Ha! I just put Charlie in his going-outside bear suit, plonked him in the pram, jiggled him a little bit and parked him in front of the window with BBC World News on next to him for some noise. He thinks he's out for a walk and is fast asleep. He fell for it because babies are stupid that way. Don't get me wrong - for a three month old he's very clever but he's hardly my go-to man for nuclear fission advice - yet.
Of course I should be using this small window of freedom to nap, and if not to nap then at least to provide you with some pearls of wit or information. Forget it, people. I am a zombie today. I've been playing with my webcam, though. I've had this laptop forever and it has one built-in, but this is the first time I've activated it. I was horrified - horrified, I tell you - at how tired/pale/grey-haired I looked, so instead of inviting friends and family to videochat, I thought I would do a series of self-portraits for the blog. As you do. When you have a rare moment. (Sorry, Babes, I know I'm meant to be clearing a space for your parents to sleep in. Now you know what I do when you're toiling away at work. I dress up in silly outfits and photograph myself.)
Vision in red, too much nose. Kind of French?
This is a bit too terrorist, I reckon. I was going more for '80s rocker, but I'm afraid I ended up more "about to blow myself up." Not ideal.
And then we have the Scottish-Russian combo, with a flirtily tilted face.
Yeah, I admit I've lost the plot somewhat. And now Charlie's woken up. Serves me right for calling him stupid. Sayonara, my people. I need to tidy my hats.