Allergic off-spring

My humble apologies for the extended interval in my blog posting.
I hope you enjoyed the adverts during this break.
What you didn't notice?
Aha... they were so subliminal and virtual and viral and geeky that you didn't even hear or see them, let alone remember them.
Honest.

Posting has been light for the last few days because I have been attending premiers in between modelling on the catwalks whilst attending award ceremonies to collect trophies for my contribution to life, the universe and everything.

And, I have been dealing with Rash Boy.
Oh my word...
My poor Cole is King Cole of Allergies...
I think I am becoming one of Those Obsessive Parents - you know, those tedious types who have a kid with dyslexia or eczema or asthma or allergies... so they describe every mood, rash, symptom, diagnosis. I now realise there is No Choice, it takes over.

Honestly... there is no joke to be had with a six year old son with a full body rash.
It is simply horrid.
I cannot write a song about it, nor compare it to some past experience I had and romanticise it, nor feel special and unique in my challenging role.
I just feel helpless and fed-up and pissed off. And none of that stops the itching. We have resorted to heavy drugs man.

You prefer I had stayed away didn't you?
Well tough... and you should think yourself lucky... I bet you don't have a rash do you?
I bet your childhood didn't involve swigging piriton from the bottle?
Did I mention my son? Well he has allergies you know.... all over his body...
Err.... come back!
How rude.

Anyway... below this post I will share a song I wrote for him before he got his full body rash... I need to edit few lyrics to make it relevent to now, but I did write it sometime ago.
(hee hee... "I'd pick you some hydracortizone, if you'd only sleep all night... and slather it all over, with love from me...")

So here's a pretty song I wrote - don't nick it and get a number one hit cos I will find you and come round and talk to you about children with allergies. For a Really Long Time.

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"I'd pick you the sweetest blossom; from the tallest cherry tree.
And give you it in handfuls; with love from me.

I'd find you the smoothest pebble; in the palest sand.
And send it to you so you could hold it in your hand.

I'd capture the prettiest snowflake and save it just for you.
Or steal a small piece of the sky, when it's clear and blue.

I'd take you and show you where the sun lines with the sea.
And show you my secret place where I let myself run free.

I'd show you the meadow where the greenest grass grows.
And the biggest red apples cos, no-one else knows.

When I'm with you there's nothing I need hide,
Cos you're my best friend, I can say that, with pride.

You're four years old and there's not much you don't know.
Little boy don't change too much, don't change too much as you grow...

I'd pick you the sweetest blossom; from the tallest cherry tree
And give you it in handfuls with love from me."
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Yes, I know, he's probably allergic to cherry blossom but I didn't know that when I wrote it.
If you ask very nicely I will record it along with all 4 of the chords I know how to play and upload it - I could be the next Susan Boyle....