Wednesday, 28 May 2008
In the meantime, the Football Fanatic sends this message:
Oh, alright - the china teapot only makes an appearance on Christmas Day, but I really will only drink from a white china cup. Can't abide coloured cups. I would drink from one if I was desparate, but it would have to be white on the inside!!
The Singer's the next biggest tea drinker in the house. She likes something chocolatey with hers:
The Fixer's United mug and a Smarties cookie or two:
The Peacemaker's always been a big Winnie the Pooh fan:
While The Noise is more of a 'Groovy Girl':
The Football Fanatic doesn't drink tea or coffee. If she could get away with it, she would drink this in the house:
But since she can't, she has to settle for this:
Oh, I forgot to show you what I have with a cup of tea:
Now, don't get all self-righteous on me.
I've said it before and I'll say it again.
Monday, 26 May 2008
Main body of the church:
The mosaic above the altar contains one million pieces:
Windows in the Lady Chapel:
Saturday, 24 May 2008
It means that on a Saturday afternoon, the back garden can once again look like this:
I feel almost overcome.
Believe me, it doesn't get much better than this!
Friday, 23 May 2008
since her birthday in February.
It was due to be cracked open on Wednesday night, but since she didn't arrive home from painting the town red till six o'clock the following morning there was a slight delay.
The resultant hangover lasted well into the next day, so we didn't get to open it on Thursday either.
Friday night, then, kids. You can have a VERY small glass each.
Oh...hang on....what's that sound of vomit hitting the toilet? No, it's not who you think - it's the Peacemaker and the Noise who have managed to pick up a bug from school just as they finish for a two week holiday.
And as the Football Fanatic has just informed me that she's out tomorrow from lunchtime to meet up with the returnees from Moscow, Saturday doesn't look much good either.
Can't stop - sounds like Niagra Falls again in the bathroom.
Wednesday, 21 May 2008
CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE
Tuesday, 20 May 2008
The biggest football match in the world.
The Football Fanatic and myself have been locked in a war of words for the last two weeks.
Her: You do realise EVERYONE in the world is going to Moscow except me, don't you?
Monday, 19 May 2008
For the whole of Sunday MY (did your hear that kids?) MY computer was transformed into an editing suite for the Football Fanatic's latest university assignment - as usual, given out weeks ago and left till the last minute (the last minute being two o'clock this morning).
AND THEN, the Father of This Lot stayed lastnight and has been here ALL day. He has just gone off to work, so here I am. At last. I've missed you.
Anyway, here is my week in pictures:
This lot's idea of 'helping your mother':
My beloved city after the Billy Boys trashed it:
I haven't been to town myself, but the Football Fanatic likened it the next day to 'walking through a cess-pit'. She had stepped over bodies on her way to work in the morning, and apparently the smell (the streets having been used as a public urinal) was really something to behold.
The Peacemaker had her SATs week, and the school provided a free Breakfast Club for them to 'ease them into each day'. Thanks. It just meant we had to be out even earlier than usual.
Still, at least it meant I had more time for cleaning. And the house was done by Friday. Honest.
Pity you missed it.
Thursday, 15 May 2008
Tuesday, 13 May 2008
And it's true. It is in immediate need of some de-cluttering, deep-cleaning and general care and attention.
In fact, if there were awards for housekeeping, I would nominate myself for this one:
And, as we know, blogging is not very condusive to housework. In fact, I think it's in direct opposition.
So I'm signing off for a couple of days and getting down to it. I've even got a plan!
There will be less of this:
And more of this:
And if any of my kids are reading, I would like to point out that I do not intend to do it alone. Your evenings will not include any of this:
Until we have tackled these:
So. That's the plan. No distractions till it's all done.
Although if I get an offer for any of this:
....I may well be tempted.
See you Friday!
Sunday, 11 May 2008
Sorry, Nana, no contest
Me: Father, you are perfectly well aware that the last match of the season, on which the Premiership title hangs, kicks off in five minutes. I am going home.
Him: (Hissing, no less. From a priest) You won't even watch it anyway. You'll only pace about upstairs.
Me: That's as maybe. D'you think they'll win?
Him: I hope so.
He was only jealous, that he couldn't go home and watch it.
Friday, 9 May 2008
Thursday, 8 May 2008
I was tagged for this one by Suburbia. Here goes:
1. The Father of This Lot.
My mother despises the Father of This Lot with a passion. So I cannot explain to her
a) the initial atrraction,
2. The reason why God, in His wisdom, did not think it necessary to take both my dad and her TOGETHER.
This is a tough one. My answers have ranged from the ultra-nice 'It doesn't work like that Mum' to the exasperated 'Well, wouldn't that be lovely? I'm sure everyone would choose that if they could!' But to no avail. She deliberately misses the point that it's not her choice, or anyone else's choice. It's sad, and getting sadder, and I really don't know what to do about it.
3. The Offside Rule
Actually, that is a blatant lie. My mother knows quite a lot about football, but thinking about the previous two answers made me want to inject a bit of humour. For the sake of my sanity, you understand!
Wednesday, 7 May 2008
It was lovely and sunny, so I sat at an outside table at Pret-a-Manger and ordered a latte and something delicious containing ham and cheese, and I whiled away half an hour watching the world go by. What I noticed was that nobody actually speaks to each other - they're all on mobile phones. Even two people walking together have two different conversations.
The Football Fanatic had said she would pick the kids up from school, so, unbound by time restraints, I spent the afternoon shopping. Well, I did my best. I have to say I was very disappointed by the summer fashions - all horizontal stripes and frills - not me at all. I was hard pressed to buy anything, but I managed a couple of purchases.
After a leisurely jaunt home (and disregarding the minor details of making the tea, bringing in the two lines of washing I had put out before I left and rushing up to the presbytery to make the tea for Fr. J's Enquirers Group) I even met the Father of This Lot in the pub on the corner for a pleasant evening drink.
Later it occurred to me that perhaps my day had been so stress-free because it involved absolutely no kids whatsoever.
Maybe I'm in the wrong job.
Monday, 5 May 2008
Sunday, 4 May 2008
I typed 'random number generator' into Google (I tried to link to the page but the number kept changing, so you'll just have to believe me), and the first number it spat out was...18.
The eighteenth comment was left by.....
Pig in The Kitchen
so she wins 'The Mum's Book, for the Mum whose Best at Everything'
I absolutely PROMISE I'll be back tomorrow with more stories of life in the almost-stopped lane.