Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Fireman Xand

When our boiler had its' near miss we had a visit from the fire brigade. The smile from X was normally one only the promise of Lego can bring out..

X in the cab

X looking heroic. He may be 13 at heart but a little boy's heart still beats in him

Wednesday, 12 June 2013

Stretch...fart...scream...

..it's just the way she rolls...

 


We're getting the wedding rings Friday and the guest lists are taking shape. Can't believe there's only two weeks to go. I write this with Diz, she's eating lunch whilst watching Balamory; the home of the lady with the ominous sharp teeth. Aye, you wouldnt want to be bitten by Miss Hoolie. She wouldnt leave much afterwards I can tell you. 




Tuesday, 4 June 2013

Diz and the wine list

Legoland Windsor, May 2013
Dizzy watching today. She scurries around the place, chittering and yodelling like some happy sounding Gremlin whilst I write this. This is my 'calm' day, away from dozen big kids, looking after one smaller one instead. Well, its calm in short three minute stretches, in between baby bumps and Diz screaming to be entertained. As it's a summery day today, any challenges sent my way will be only a minor obstacle. Mr Tumble is on the telly as we go about our doings ("A grown man shouldn't be a childrens' entertainer" claims my mother who regards him as some sort of child molester). Today we plan to hit the playground, I might get a workout and tidy up the house too. 

I feel like that Greek guy of myth who tries to push that boulder up the hill which keeps rolling back down again. For instance, I'll clear the living room table today, look away for a moment and the lego will be all over it once more. 48 hours and the sink will be full again and the dishwasher will have to be restarted (I'm the dishwasher by the way). We're the original Odd Couple here, just with me as Jack Lemmon with three Walter Matthaus for company!

In other news I plan to take drastic measures to get in shape. On our visit to Legoland the pizza proved just too seductive and I scarfed down a pile. Part of a depressing trend I'm afraid. Food used to be simply fuel during my single years but is now something much more of a pleasure and my middle is starting to betray the evidence. 

Will keep you posted with my plans.

A.