Quite the week

It's a week now since we returned from the holiday environment in Hoylake and the many hands that helped us with the new arrival. And, of course, our return to Liverpool was the inevitable trigger for a serious downturn in young feller-me-lad's behaviour. More or less as soon as we put down the carry-cot, he'd more gripe in him than a post-prandial John Prescott and was eager for the world to know all about it. The ensuing 24 hours were not pretty, but we got through them.

In no small part thanks to the modern miracle that is Infacol. This potion, this magic elixir, has saved our sleep, our hair and our sanity ever since I brought it home from the chemist's (some eight nanoseconds after they opened on Monday morning). A small, wonderful pipette filled with what looks like runny cake icing, administered before a feed and catalyst, following said feed, for all manner of burpal and rectal eruptions. A cacophony of splurts, gurgles and splats later and the little Gent is laid down, blissfully asleep, any notion of wind disturbing sleep banished for the duration. Truly, nothing the healing professions have devised - certainly not since Getafix administered his favourite potion to Asterix and the Gauls - matches this wonder. Why it's inventors have not been summoned to Oslo for the Nobel Peace Prize before now, I do not know.

Bombshells

Life being the kooky old dame that she is, the whole baby thing was thrown into something of a stark perspective on Wednesday, when a call from one of my Project Managers informed me that my current employer, Amaze were going into administration. A somewhat surprising piece of news given the general sense of well-being the company exuded when seen through the prism of our CEO's infrequent but unfailingly positive reports on its situation.

I cannot, for all manner of hopefully obvious reasons, go into the few details I have on the situation any further. Suffice it to say that what remained on Wednesday of the equally startled Executive Team has, since then, managed to conclude an eleventh-hour buy-out by a company called Hasgrove, a group with what appears to be a strong track record in the acquisition and successful management of companies in the Advertising/PR/Digital sphere. So to everyone's immense relief (mine foremost) I still have a job and a salary. Panic over. For now.

That's it - more soon.