Thursday, 24 June 2010

Life's Little Disappointments.

Egg has a bit of an Ironman obsession going on at the moment. Since about February he's been asking persistantly for an Ironman costume and is hoping that Santa will bring him one for Christmas (or that Mummy will bring him one for his birthday, being that that comes first).

This morning, courtesy of his big sister, he learnt the hideous truth. That when he gets his own Ironman costume, it won't actually enable him to fly! I did try to explain that only Ironman's ACTUAL costume allows him to fly and we can't buy those because they're not for sale (because what would Ironman do then?). He's not amused.

One of life's little disappointments. Poor little guy.


Friday, 18 June 2010


PB&B. Mmmmmmm



Sent by God to tempt my tastebuds. What's not to love??

Soy and Linseed bread - Check

Whole Earth Crunchy 100% peanut butter - Check

Just the right kind of ripe banana - Check

See, you even get a little snackette of banana left over to munch on separately.


It could be surpassed in it's greatness only by a Peanut butter and Jam sandwich. I have to say JAM, sorry. I know you guys in the US kind of invented these things but I just can't bring myself to say Peanut Butter and Jelly. Because JELLY looks like this:

And JAM looks like this:

And what you put on your sandwich with peanut butter to make it yummy is definitely the last one, and not the first one. That would just be gross!

Thus endeth the tale of my afternoon snack. Hope you enjoyed. I did.


The Season is Always Greener.

Lying in bed last night, simmering in a pool of sweat, listening to the ceiling fan whirring and being completely unable to sleep because of the horrible, sticky, mugginess of it all, I got to thinking about seasons and how I like them (or rather don't like them).

I don't make much of a secret of that fact that I'm not really a summer loving girl. I tend to wilt a little in the heat, I get itchy and sticky and grumpy. It's not pretty. It has to be a certain kind of just dry enough but not too dry heat for me to be comfortable enough to enjoy the sun.


On the other hand, if you look back here, or here, or here, you'll see I don't much care for deepest darkest winter either.


It would seem that it's the transitions that suit me most.

I like Spring (when it's not hot and sticky enough to be summer, but the cold and dark of winter is behind us).


I like Autumn (when it's not yet cold enough to be winter, but sticky hotness of summer is behind us).


I'm an inbetweens kind of girl, it would appear. Either that or I'm just never satisfied with what I've got. I suspect Kendo might go with the latter!


Thursday, 17 June 2010

Flying The Flag

I must have seen 40 or 50 of these flying in some form or other (on houses, on cars, outside pubs) on my way to work this morning. In fact, you'd be hard pressed to walk down a street in England at the moment and not see one.

I have to say, it's a refreshing change. For so many years now it seems that we, as a country, have had very little pride in being English. It hasn't helped that some extremist groups have seen fit to try and appropriate our national flag as a symbol of all the nastiness they stand for.

It looks like the tide is turning. We're reclaiming our flag and being proud to be English (as well we should). Well, at least until some numpty overpaid footballer makes a stupid mistake and we get knocked out of the World Cup :P

What a shame it has to take a sporting event for some sort of national pride to emerge. Football....yuk!! :P


Wednesday, 16 June 2010

Place Your Bets.

I had a rather interesting little exchange with Miss Grace this morning. After some discussions about them needing to find words that have a “PH” sound in them for their letters and sounds group at school. It went something like this:

Grace: Some of my friends said “Phineas” from Phineas and Ferb, but that doesn’t start with a “PH” it’s a “F”.

Me: No Grace, Phineas starts with a “PH”.

Grace: No, it’s a “F”.

Me: No, it’s a “PH” it just sounds like an “F”.

Grace: It’s an “F”.

Me: Okay, let’s have a bet.

Grace: What’s a bet?

Me: It’s were I say one thing and you say something else and if I’m right you have to give me something, and if you’re right I have to give you something.

Grace: I’m not giving you money*

Me: Okay. If I win, you have to give me one hour of peace and quiet, at a time when I choose.

Grace: What about if I win?

Me: I’ll take you to the park.

Grace. Okay, but I know I’m right.

So, scene set. Off we trooped down the stairs to put the TV on and check on Phineas and Ferb. Low and behold. It’s a “PH” not an “F”. There was much Gracie pouting. She’s not amused.

Me?........ I’m happily pondering when I’m going to request my hour’s worth of peace and quiet.

Must remember this one for future reference! Not that I’d be one to encourage gambling in children, but you’ve got to take the advantage while you can!!


*A girl after my own heart!

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Same Sh*t. Different Day.

It seems that recently any time I speak to someone who I haven’t conversed with in a while and they ask me how I’m doing my answer is always this:

*Might have to get me one of those mugs.

That just about sums up my existence at the moment.

What do I spend my time doing?

Get up, deal with the kids, go to work, come home from work, deal with the kids, go to the gym, get back from the gym, deal with the kids, cook dinner, eat dinner, go to bed…………. Lather, rinse and repeat.

It doesn’t really make for very good blog fodder. Which is why there hasn’t really been very much blogging done.

When there are variations in the schedule. Like popping over the Pennies to celebrate the graduation of this lovely lady:

Or spending time with these crazy people betting on ancient horse races and being a mint chocolate muffin Indian-giver:

Then I never seem to get around to blogging them straight away, and then the moment has passed. So they don’t get blogged at all.

Hmmmm. What to do? What to do? Does this happen to all bloggers? I’m sure it must do. Eventually you get to a point in your life where nothing interesting happens. What do you share then?

Answers on a Postcard???

For now, I guess I will have to try to remember to blog the happenings as they happen. And if nothing happens? I’m sure I can find something hidden in the dark recesses of my mind that’s vaguely worth talking about? I think. I hope.

Like……..well………static caravans. There you go. That’s always confused me. Surely by a it’s very definition a caravan should be the opposite of static. An oxymoron for sure.

Oh dear. If that’s the best I can come up with we could be in big trouble.

Would someone please remember to turn the lights off on the way out?

TTF……E??.....nope, just N.

Tuesday, 1 June 2010