Well life seems to have been coming at me like a hyperactive toddler covered in melted chocolate when you are wearing a cream suit, and there has been the small event of Boys 1and 2's half term hols (now safely over, though Boy 1 did manage to wangle a day off "ill" last week - "ill" as in, I feel a bit tired and don't really much fancy it today). AND THEY HAVE ONLY 4 WEEKS LEFT NOW OF SCHOOL BEFORE THE LONG SUMMER HOLS NOT THAT I AM PANICKING OR ANYTHING WHERE IS MY PASSPORT STUFF IT I WILL LEAVE ALL MY CLOTHES BEHIND YES I WANT TO CLOSE THE ACCOUNTS AND TAKE THE WHOLE BALANCE IN CASH TAXIIIIIIIII! WHEN IS THE NEXT FLIGHT LEAVING? WHERE? NEVER HEARD OF IT GIVE ME A SINGLE TICKET CAN I PAY CASH? ETC ETC!..
So in this post I am just going randomly to paste pics from the last couple of weeks and make it up as I go along (so actually no change whatsoever to my usual modus operandi*)..
Cinema today is a good idea as it has been raining nonstop and cricket has been cancelled. Mind you, cricket is not what is was, thanks to a teenage pyromaniac who did this to the cricket pavilion just a couple of months ago.
Grandma Whacker came to stay to help me with the boys during half-term. She brought these lovely roses from her garden.
The colour is OPI Summer 2010 . I am thinking that soon I will get my alter ego Sindy Lemon-Grass-Snoddy (beautician and research chemist) to do a guest post on nail polish.
I played chess with Boy 2 (aged 8). He beat me. Easily. I can't actually play chess and so Boy 2 has been teaching me, but he only tells me certain things, bit by bit. The book is for me, not him. I'll show him!
This is, according to Mr Blighty, the most expensive property in the UK - One Hyde Park. The penthouse flat sold for about £140 million last year. Gulp! We went past it on the way to a football birthday party in Hyde Park a few weeks ago.
Once the boys went back to school Grandma and I hit up John Lewis, that purveyor of all household wares to middle England. Look at the price of this baby! Does it go buy the ingredients for you, load them in the car and unpack them when it gets home? For this price it's the least it can do.
Grandma and I endured the Horror of Sports Day - from 9am to 5pm on a windswept sports field bordering the motorway, total time spent by Boy 1 and Boy 2 doing an event 4 mins. I particularly enjoyed the hail stones at about 2.30pm, though the drizzle at 11am was good too. And readers of Faux Fuchsia will know that just the other day she locked her keys in the car and had to get the emergency rescue man out. Well, ever keen to emulate Faux I locked Grandma in the car at the start of Sports Day. For 20 minutes. By accident. Honest. Result: one Very Cross Grandma; the RSPCA are never going to let me have a dog; and Grandma will never get in the car again without the keys and an emergency flare.
Here is Boy 2 taking it all very seriously, keeping his pompoms dry. At least I think it is Boy 2 - as usual I was cheering on a boy with the same red trainers - who turned out not to be Boy 2.....And I can never remember the house names and colours - "no Mummy, green is Ringworm, Yellow is Impetigo, Red is ChickenPox, Blue is Verruca" (Daphnes4Boy$ Sports Day, sponsored by Clapxx Pharmaceuticals).
Finally I found these in the cupboards, sweet little baby plates which a Swedish friend gave us when Boy 1 was tiny. I am wondering whether a certain little Australian baby might like these. I never really used them as I favoured bowls that could be stuck down by suction pads onto the high chair.
Even so, this happened far too often...
* I would like to dedicate these items of vocabulary to Louise InTownsville and Linda in Chile.