The kids

Life became a little more "challenging" over the past few days. Lottie can now crawl and the destination is invariably the Boys favourite toys. Cue The Boy helplessly gathering up all his toys and trying to run to the other side of the room with them, shouting oh dear. Lottie just laughs, she now knows he can run but cannot hide!

I have said it before and I will say it again

David Tennant is such a mighty fine piece of lush. Am hoping that we can go and see him in Hamlet one evening, he can be my tragic Danish prince anytime.

The moon

Whoo hoo, got the scope workign the other night. Stuart had bright and logical idea of pointing it at the moon, without the aid of the computer. I have never seen the moon so up close. There was a halo of light, the craters were very clear and it was made even more profound by the silence of the night.

Lets hope we get the rest of it working soon, eh?

Holidays Holidays

Its the start of a holiday season, everyone seems to be off somewhere exotic, Eva to Marvelous Maui where she will mix with the big cheeses and guzzle (I mean sip, ofcourse!) loads of wine and cocktails, whilst singing to Elvis.

Myson and LM are back in Oz, no doubt having lush breakfast gatherings in their swanky pad.

Holiday season beckons for lots of other friends namely Austria, Bulgaria, Italy et al.

We wish all our friends a brilliant time, we are thinking of you. Postcards telling us that you are missing rainy old Blighty would be much appreciated.

Scope Club

We still have not managed to get the telescope working. I resorted to sending an email to a local telescope club, asking to come along to the next meeting. Trevor, duly responded and advised me he would try and get the scope working at their next meeting.

As I clicked respond to,I did a doubletake and read the email address as "trxxxxx@RIFLECLUB.com", hang on, RIFLE club? I am totally against blood sports, so have had to send him a jokey email checking that they are infact an astronomical telescope association, and not actually expecting me to shoot Bambis mum as part of my initiation.

Dare not check the email account for his response.

A PM for a PM

One of the nicer tasks this year is to look for a PM who can supervise the potential biulding of a log house for us in Hungary. It wont be anything fancy, but as we know zip all about construction, it seems like a good idea to get someone on board that does.

Having flicked through a few mags and websites, it looks, on the face of it very easy. Just build a concrete base with all the services installed, and bingo, the house is put up in 5 days (or when the vodka runs out, whichever is sooner).

I am sure we are going to have a lot of fun and my hair will turn grey in the process. Am I wrong in thinking that a weekend of watching Grand Designs might prepare me adequately?

Clearout Man Style

The difference between the sexes has just dawned on me, thanks to the kitchen utensil drawer. When I was in hospital with Lottie, stuart had a utensil drawer clearout. This was 10 months ago. It dawned on me today what bad choices he made. For instance, he did not throw out the bottle opener in the shape of a naked female torso, or the broken plastic cutlery. Neither did he choose to loose the broken cheese silcer or the old corks from champers and wine bottles. Instead, he chose to trash my perfectly useable lemon rind peeler, kebab skewers and plastic spatulas.

Bad choices, as, I need all three to make a lemon drizzle cake(LDC). Then again, we are talking about the man who almost cried when I threw his dunplop trainers away last year. They were 18 years old, 3 sizes too small and were covered in holes. The look of bewilderment on his face was the same as when I just announced that the success / failure of the LDC would depend on his sabbotage of my utensil drawer.

I dont think he will be going near my utensil drawer again.