One Ella Of A Day

Believe it or not but i actually recieved a call today, which went a little like this, 'Hi is this LE...? Hi. This is the chocolate machine man'. YIPPEE>

Hello Chocolate Machine Man!! He invited me to join him whilst he stocked the chocolate machine upstairs. We mulled over the problem of the current unsustainable development of Peckham and of my crisps that got stuck in the machine the other day(he is putting in plastic strips which should rectify the problem). Well, perhaps we only covered one of these two topics. And then he asked what bar i was after and i finally got my Peanut M&M's. Thanks Universe.

Yippee. What a good day. Only slightly usurped by yesterday when my niece was finally born, two weeks late and 9 lb heavy! She is very gorgeous and the cutest baby i have ever seen (sorry Leo)! I know births are generally emotional grid references for significant moments in life, but i think my brother had more than he hoped for during the labour day- lots of blood spilt, 2 hours of pushing (& pulling- much to his concern), one baby in special care unit and very little communication from the nurses. Literally sounds like they pulled this baby out of his wife!

Gorgeous Ella 'apres pulling'. She's just pretending to be tired, i saw her napping earlier in the day.

I wouldn't describe my brother as 'the wall upon which i lean', but his heart is ALWAYS in the right place, and if he cares for you, he'll throw his whole heart into being there; body reluctantly following. It was hard to hear him stressed and choked up about this daughter arriving, and the worry about not knowing much about everything going on. He lives too far away for me to run over and give him a hug and cook him dinner as he sat alone in a quiet house after very little sleep, seeing his wife ripped apart and not even getting to hold the baby, Ella. But i wish i could have done.

Sometimes when i was young, i would lay awake in my bed for hours, dreaming of a new life, where i would run away with him, start a new life and try to protect him from the vicious arguments he suffered with our parents. I guess he'll now channel similar emotions into looking after Ella now, and she'll give him the inspiration and joy that i never could. - Is this beginning to sound like some twisted Oedipus complex?