Dear Dino,
After our day in the big city, the nine year old is even grumpier today – doesn’t want to pack for his holiday skiing in French Alps, just wants to do something exciting. I explained that going on holiday was exciting but he couldn’t see it. Brunette has taken him to pony club thing this morning with her mother then they’ll come back for lunch and t’other nanna will arrive to take him away (I’ve not been told for how long yet but I expect to be put in the picture in due course).
Once we got back from t’smoke last evening we watched a Narnia DVD thing to settle them before bed and consequently we weren’t woken until after 7:30 this morning. Nine year old didn’t want to eat breakfast because it was boring. He didn’t want to wash or brush his teeth because it was boring. Getting dressed was too boring. Getting his pony club gear together was boring and waiting for Grandma to arrive was even more boring. Getting piles of clothes from the wardrobe and putting them on his bed ready to be packed was boring and he was too bored to do up his pony club tie. Apparently winding the three year old up wasn’t boring, but me putting soap in his mouth for swearing at his mother was the last straw and he was too bored to even exist and just sat in his room with hoodie and dark glasses on whilst spitting bits of soap into his bin. Grandma arrived bringing armfuls of toys left at her place during our last visit and then they left to watch nine year old horse riding.
Three year old and I are now watching StarWars episode 2 and raiding the cupboard for biscuits and sweets.
Brunette keeps pointing out jobs in the local paper – “driving for the elderly”, school caretaker, supermarket trolley collector, leaflet deliverer etc etc. I would like to be a park keeper with a leaning towards robotics but there don’t seem to be any of those jobs about (I could even supply my own shed, wellies, deckchair and kettle).
How come the ALF dislike zoos but next door can keep rabbits and budgies in their own private petting compound? I leant over the fence the other day and said how the kids loved the animals – “it’s like having their own petting zoo” I said “and its cheaper than visiting a real zoo” “No” she said, “zoos are bad”. I stood in silence for a moment looking at their wire and concrete compound, then went, and leant on our other fence to see what the other neighbour was up to.
I’m going to be squeezing filler into various gaps around the house today – but am not allowed to sand anything down as it makes too much mess…
Catch up later
D
13 April 2006
10 April 2006
10/4/2006
Hi Dino,
We’re (Brunette, me, 9 year old goldfish brain and three year old) off up to the big smoke tomorrow. I’ve spent the morning planning my route via Google and various travel web sites. I’ve found it very difficult to know whether we are going to be travelling in “peak” or “off peak” times. We are to be leaving very early so as to arrive at the passport office near to Victoria Station at 8:15am and I simply needed to know at what time “peak” started of a morning – all the sites inform one as to what time “off peak” starts – 9:30am until 4:30 and then it is “peak” but surely it can’t still be “peak” at 4:00am the next morning? Well the best answer I could get was “peak starts in the morning sir” from a very polite but savvy lacking Brick Lane accent. Political politeness restrains me from letting on which end of Brick Lane but you’ll get the gist.
Our nine year old took part in a “fun run” this last Sunday (quite what “fun” has to do with running I’m not sure) any road it was ran or run at the same time and in the same rough area as the now infamous Reading Half Marathon or “4 ½ yard beetle” as my mate calls it (half the full nine yards). As you can imagine, Readinge (pronounced Readinge) comes to a complete standstill for this one day a year with nearly all roads closed except to busses, taxis, steel band mini-busses and lunatic cyclists. Well to make a short story longer; our portion of the day’s events ended about 7 hours ahead of the main event – it being a fun 2k and not 13. whatever miles – so I had two choices – stay for the next 7 hours and enjoy the pain on the staggering finishers contorted faces or use my direction-finding skills to get us home for an afternoon of crocus and bind-weed pulling. I smugly flicked on the local radio station in the car to be greeted with “Here is the traffic report for all you people trying to get home or to the shops while the Reading Half Marathon is on … most of the surrounding area is grid locked and the list of road closures is on our web site”. The brunette giggled nervously. I took up the challenge. The brunette tightened her seat belt and called over her shoulder to the kids to do likewise. With a 23 mile detour I made it to the far side of Town in just under 3 hours 57 but then to my utter dismay, we had to stop for an hour and a half at a MacDonald’s (it wasn’t my idea – I was just humming the tune – the kids said we had to stop). Anyway as it turned out by the time we’d scoffed our way through the best part of three quid, the roads were opened again but for next time, how on earth can I get the inter wibbly in the car? Am I that far out of date and it is common place these days to surf the wobbly while tackling the hairpins on the B348?
Any who, to get to the point of my email – how are you dear chap? Have you completed your decorating task? Have you written it down for t’book? Any news of my imminent appointment as lay-about in-waiting at the City Office?
We’re (Brunette, me, 9 year old goldfish brain and three year old) off up to the big smoke tomorrow. I’ve spent the morning planning my route via Google and various travel web sites. I’ve found it very difficult to know whether we are going to be travelling in “peak” or “off peak” times. We are to be leaving very early so as to arrive at the passport office near to Victoria Station at 8:15am and I simply needed to know at what time “peak” started of a morning – all the sites inform one as to what time “off peak” starts – 9:30am until 4:30 and then it is “peak” but surely it can’t still be “peak” at 4:00am the next morning? Well the best answer I could get was “peak starts in the morning sir” from a very polite but savvy lacking Brick Lane accent. Political politeness restrains me from letting on which end of Brick Lane but you’ll get the gist.
Our nine year old took part in a “fun run” this last Sunday (quite what “fun” has to do with running I’m not sure) any road it was ran or run at the same time and in the same rough area as the now infamous Reading Half Marathon or “4 ½ yard beetle” as my mate calls it (half the full nine yards). As you can imagine, Readinge (pronounced Readinge) comes to a complete standstill for this one day a year with nearly all roads closed except to busses, taxis, steel band mini-busses and lunatic cyclists. Well to make a short story longer; our portion of the day’s events ended about 7 hours ahead of the main event – it being a fun 2k and not 13. whatever miles – so I had two choices – stay for the next 7 hours and enjoy the pain on the staggering finishers contorted faces or use my direction-finding skills to get us home for an afternoon of crocus and bind-weed pulling. I smugly flicked on the local radio station in the car to be greeted with “Here is the traffic report for all you people trying to get home or to the shops while the Reading Half Marathon is on … most of the surrounding area is grid locked and the list of road closures is on our web site”. The brunette giggled nervously. I took up the challenge. The brunette tightened her seat belt and called over her shoulder to the kids to do likewise. With a 23 mile detour I made it to the far side of Town in just under 3 hours 57 but then to my utter dismay, we had to stop for an hour and a half at a MacDonald’s (it wasn’t my idea – I was just humming the tune – the kids said we had to stop). Anyway as it turned out by the time we’d scoffed our way through the best part of three quid, the roads were opened again but for next time, how on earth can I get the inter wibbly in the car? Am I that far out of date and it is common place these days to surf the wobbly while tackling the hairpins on the B348?
Any who, to get to the point of my email – how are you dear chap? Have you completed your decorating task? Have you written it down for t’book? Any news of my imminent appointment as lay-about in-waiting at the City Office?
08 April 2006
8/4/2006
Hey Hi,
I went onto “google earth” yesterday and it looks like the day they took the photy of your house you were outside sunbathing – where did you get those trunks? I know it is you as I recognise the tattoo on your calf. What is Rita’s’ address?
I went onto “google earth” yesterday and it looks like the day they took the photy of your house you were outside sunbathing – where did you get those trunks? I know it is you as I recognise the tattoo on your calf. What is Rita’s’ address?
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