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Where is the camera when you need it ?
Spotted this morning on the way to work a sight that made me smile. If I was like Karl I would have had a camera with me and I would have found just the right angle. I am not. I will try to describe it instead. 2 tall glasses, still nearly full of drink (coke or something with coke ?) next to each other, on the pavement, just around the corner from Yates. I could just picture how they got there. 2 people, sat on the pavement, they have gone outside for peace and quiet and the conversation or the kissing must have distracted them from finishing the drinks... Ahhh bless ! See it does not take much to put a smile on my face on a crisp morning. I kept an eye out for somebody doing the walk of shame but it must have already been too late in the morning.
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9.12.03 23:49 |
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Dear father christmas,
I am not a list sort of a person (The Boy's Father was and it sort of put me off forever). However before I asked Him Indoors I thought I would think things through and work out the pros and cons of increasing our contribution to the gene pool. Cons: Him Indoors just does not DO babies. When handed one, he will hold them at arms length with a trapped animal sort of a look until he can identify a safe pair of arms/place to deposit the infant. We have only just begun to see the end of the tunnel on the whole childcare thing. Surely I do not want to go through the childminder/nursery/starting school and rearranging everything malarchy again. I do not think there is a way of adding a bedroom to the house. The age gap between potential new addition to the family and The Boy would be too big to expect them to share a bedroom. Moving is not really an option. Since Him Indoors and Stroppycow have both recently started new jobs the timing is not great (something to do with maternity benefits and other triffles like pensions and not having a cv that looks too much like patchwork). A new baby would put an end to my current hare brain scheme (waiting untill next September to enroll in an evening Human Biology A Level course; pass obviously; get mighty fit and see if London Ambulance will have me). I have a feeling a babies and shift work do not mix in the best of ways. My body is not the best foetus vessel around and a repeat of previous pregnancy would not only be a nightmare for me and Him Indoors (the finished product was great though). It would also be very unfair on The Boy. Pros: I want a baby You can see that with such overwhelming arguments in favour, I just had to ask. Stroppycow (in pure Stephan Eicher style): "Me feras-tu un bébé pour Noël ?" Him Indoors: "No" Him Indoors again (trying to sound comforting): "don't look so grumpy, we can carry on with the practicing making a baby instead". I think it will take a lot of practicing to make up for that one. |
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10.12.03 23:52 |
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What is it ...
about me on a bicycle that turns me into an old pervert magnet. If I am cycling somewhere and there is a weirdo about, their destination is my path. Take today for example. Call from The Boy's school. There has been a slight schedule mishap which means the Boy has not been picked up yet. Iget K2 to cover while I jump on the bike, pick up the boy, drop him at C.'s and try to break some kind of personal speed record to get back before K goes home. And there from the pavement, the spiritual son of Mr muscle and Ann Widdecombe is trying to attract my attention by blowing me sloppy air kisses and voices he would like a bit of it. If it was an isolated case but no. Last summer an old chap who must have been pushing 80 gave me a big dirty grin and said he would like to be my bike. I got back to my post with 5 minutes to spare and we tried to figure it out. When I cycle I tend to suit suitably for the weather and visibility. In winter it means waterproofs and fluorescent yellow tabard, hardly outfits which tranform your average woman into an object of burning desire. Could it be the healthy glow ? I mean bright red cheeks and damp forehead. They must be this year's accessories to achieve the height of sexiness. Then we thought we had pinned it. I has to be the heavy breathing... Alternative theories welcome. Frankly I prefered the nice looking chappie who mini-raced with me at 3 of the traffic lights. Funny how I would never dream of doing it in the car yet it seemed just ok to hog the road by cycling abreast without giving a monkey about the traffic. |
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11.12.03 23:00 |
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Friday five
1. Do you enjoy the cold weather and snow for the holidays? I like a bright crisp morning. I like a nice blanket of snow especially because of all the exiting things I can do with the boy (snow men and snowball fights). Not sure I like the way it goes all brown and mushy after a few days. |
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13.12.03 19:48 |
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Of cups and little boys...
This morning we went to the Stoop with The Boy in his rugby top to have his picture taken with his team in front of THE cup. There were loads of mini rugby teams there each with their allocated time, loads of kits I had not seen before. I wondered if Princessfairytoes was there too. We walked into Twickenham for some lunch then came back for the match. The Boy got very excited at the cup being presented again. The last time I went Jump About by House of Pain poured out of the speakers everytime Quins scored. Today they felt festive and we got "and here it is Merry Christmas every body's having fun" instead. Since the score was 63-3 we heard it quite a lot. Still I was not in the mood for being grumpy and bah humbug. At least now when I heard it I'll think nice Saturday memories rather than dreaded shopping in packed shops. What I like about rugby is that the Spanish fans were sitting amongst the Quins fans (which you could not really do at a football match), when the Spanish score their only points the whole stadium clapped and when Quins scored some spanish fans greeted us with a "cheers". All in all it was worth arguing with The Boy's Father. See this week-end was his week-end so I called earlier this week to tell him about the picture session with THE cup and did he want to take The Boy or did he feel he should give the picture a miss because we needed to tell the club + did he want us to get them tickets for the match afterwards as it was nearly sold out already. He said he felt The Boy should go but he would tell us later in the week if he could take him or not. He was reminded of Sunday am rugby training. He was told we could not do a week-end swop because my brother is coming over from France next week-end to see us. Later in the week he called back and said he could not take The Boy to the picture because of his Saturday plans and he could not go back and forth accross London all week-end. Since he caught me in a good mood I suggested that maybe - to make up for the lost week-end - if he wanted he could pick him up late next Thursday or early Friday am and we could collect him back from rugby training next Sunday (instead of not seeing him at all). In my head win-win, my brother still gets to see him Sunday and his dad does not lose out from the cup picture happening on a week-end when he wants to go christmas shopping. Then starts the tantrum. He wants him the whole of Sunday and the rugby training is so inconvenientetc. God I love putting the phone down on him. |
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13.12.03 20:42 |
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Am I ?
I have been "accused" of being northern (in a sort of looking down tone) for asking if I could swop the rice that came with curry in the canteen for chips. I wondered what else qualified me for northern status and asked Him Indoors and apart from liking mushy peas, going all unecessary when hearing a yorkshire accent and drinking my beer in halves we couldn't really think of anything. He also came up with thinks things which disqualify me for northern status. I follow union, not league. I have been known to watch Eastenders but never Coronation Street, Brookside or Emerdale Farm. Tea is never on the table at 5. |
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15.12.03 23:02 |
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Oops I did it again.
I sent The Boy to school in full uniform today. It was mufti christmas party day. Well who in their right mind has a school christmas party on a Monday anyway. The Teacher made him wear his nativity play costume as civvies. The Boy played a dancing donkey in the play so he booggied his way around the party in an way too big for him long sleeved grey T-shirt (mine - try and find a child sized plain grey t-shirt at short notice). By the way, does anybody know what they give children at these parties ? The Boy was high as a kite when he got home and he was still jumping around as if he had been at the loopy juice when I got home from work. |
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15.12.03 23:13 |
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