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Saturday 28th June 2008
The back pain, the vomit, the sleep deprivation
   I just read that title back and realised I could well be talking about torture. But no . . . we've been having fun with R******, who can't seem to get his head around sleeping and feeding (at night). We thought he understood such things, but no . . . dunno what's going on. At least he's feeding well and stuff, but just keeping us awake in the process. M**** and I have started maintaining a log of activity in a glorious OpenOffice (yeah, screw you, Microsoft) spreadsheet (which already contains 30 entries for the last twelve hours, purely related to feeding, sleeping and waking up),
  
but all I can think about is how to get this data into a database and stick in some kind of web front end so that we can make meaningful analysis of said data. All completely unnecessary, of course, but kind of fun, if you're into that kind of thing.
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Then we finally managed to get out somewhere, all four of us (well, it seemed like a first in some ways, given the bad weather of late). M**** had a plan involving a short walk around Bolton-le-Sands, so this is what we did. And as we hadn't fed any ducks for very long time (the poor things will be ravenous), we brought some bits of bread along with us. Yes - that's a duckling (a bit late, isn't it?) and a family (?!) of swans. Baby swans? Egg chocolate?
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. . . and as a kind of follow-up to what I was writing up there (about the database) and a response to Simon's comment (see the comments section, fairly obviously): I've since constructed a database and web front end for the gathering of R******-related feeding/sleeping activities but M**** doesn't want the data contained in said database available for public consumption, so . . . yep . . . sorry Simon.
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