Well, I’ve accepted that Jack isn’t going to willingly eat the tablets when I put them in front of him, so that means I have to administer them myself. The good thing is that I’ve developed a technique that seems to work quite well, causing minimum damage to both of us (at least, I hope he’s not too traumatised). I’ve got the process down to be quite brief, so that can only be a good thing. If only he’d eat the damn things, then none of the trauma would be necessary, but never mind. Only 26 more doses to give him. Sigh.

I’m staying up tonight to watch the World Cup match between Australia and Italy. Even though I know absolutely nothing about soccer, and can probably be labelled as one of those people who doesn’t care about a sport at all and then all of a sudden becomes interested when my country’s involved, I know enough to realise that we probably don’t have much of a chance and this will be the end. On the other hand, I am hopeful that Australia will do well.

The game is starting at 1:00 tomorrow morning, so I probably won’t get to bed before 2:30, which in turn means that I’ll be really tired for work. I’m sure other people will have stayed up to watch as well, though, so we won’t be the only ones looking rather bleary-eyed.