current affairs, family, living in France, parenting, raising boys, teenagers and alcohol, toddlers
Howdy Blog and a very warm welcome to my new followers – may we enjoy 1,000s of blog entires together….
I’ve just lost you haven’t I? You can’t answer as you’ve already spaced out and moved on to a better, brighter, funnier, more insightful Blog – in case you’re waivering, I’ll insert an extraordinary picture (which truly has nothing whatsoever to do with this post):
Things we now know that we didn’t know last week:
-Passenger planes can just vanish OR Governments/Army/Navy can not tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth….or nothing at all, as in this case.
-When large lorries, travelling at speed in the middle of a country lane where the road narrows, break hard and quickly, they skid for about 20 metres…..you can also smell burned rubber for about two miles further on up the road…….or was that coming from my foot as I JAMMMMED THE ANCHORS coming against the said lorry, with no where to go but a wall or a river?
-Bob Crow died. Who are Daily Mail reading London Tube passengers going to moan about now?
-When you invite lots of people to your house, perhaps consider that they might all turn up so be prepared – that showed me, didn’t it? And them…..
-When people (moi?….jamais) say ‘I’m going to sell this baby’, they don’t really mean it and the person they are having this lighthearted exchange with, REALLY shouldn’t take it as literal……because….I wouldn’t have sold the baby, I would have given him away.
I can feel that you are all desperate to hear news of the 5 boys and the Woofy?
So are the local police.
All right, all right:
I’ve not managed to find ONE empty alcohol container over the past 3 weeks. This means that
a)he has turned a corner and given up or
b)he is getting better at hiding them or
c) my eyesight is getting worse
d)he sneaks back into the neighbour’s house and ‘steals her wine and leaves his boomerang’ (her very words to me via a charming email about teenagers and alcohol and the dangers and how my son is leading her daughter astray….I should probably return the favour and reply with a charming response warning of the dangers of teenagers and say….oh…..marijuana and how her daughter is leading my son..if not, astray, then stumbling slightly off the Path towards the Righteous Parent? But I’m not enough of a bitch…actually, I am….but my Level of Bitch in French is pas bonne. In English or French, I still cannot grasp what she meant by the boomerang – it’s probably the same case for her).
‘Prodigal, does that make me Jesus as I cured your jaw when I kicked a football at it?’
Dunno as I’ve not seen him for nearly two weeks
ditto – i do hear though that they (the Prof and Lips) have studied hard and are getting more serious about knocking the hell out of each other. I’m very much a stand back (and block my ears and eyes) and let them get on with it . Up until blood is spilled or worse, they’re about to break something I like, then I’ll step in.
‘So Fatty, remember we said that on your 3rd birthday, you are going to throw away all of your dummies (soothers)?”
‘I DON’T WANT TO BE 3!!!!!!!’
He made me think of how his father is when he has run out of Nicorette gum. I found him searching under things; lifting things up;looking looking looking looking with that crazy, addict look and yearning for his drug of choice (sillicone in his case).
He found one in the car and knew he had conquered and crushed my No Dummy Phase I stage (little hands clamped around a dummy have a strength that surely goes against all physiological possibilities).
Later, I found him face down on the floor under his little table……face down to hide what he had in his mouth. No Dummy Phase II stage destroyed. In the Tug of Dummy which occurred after this: Fatty’s grip 1 Mummy 0.
Things that Fatty says:
‘Can I open more presents now?’ on waking up the day after his birthday.
‘if a shark wanted to eat me, I would turn into a snowman.’
‘Fatty, where is your other shoe?’
” is it behind my ear?’
She’s getting a bit porky around the middle but that’s not surprising as she spends most of her time hanging around Fatty who has an extremely generous nature especially with a packet of biscuits and his breakfast, lunch dinner, knife, spoon, fork. He is also generous with sharing his sword with the Woofy ‘see she likes being hit with it.’ and sharing his sense of fun as he pulls her tail and goes ever so near to her ‘what’s that mummy? is that where her baby comes out?
‘GET YOUR HAND OUT OF THERE NOW< FATTY!!!!!’
OH and better not to forget, The Husband
Is still away. yes, I know, he has been away rather a lot but at least this time he took 2/5 with him. I know that you are wondering if he’ll buy me another family pack of chocolates by way of a present from his holidays. I’m feeling lucky. I think that he might.
Ok, thank you for reading. Feel free to leave a comment – if I don’t like them, I won’t approve them…..I HAVE the Power!!!! Also, as I’m not going to edit (EVER) feel free to make the corrections. I’ll read them, take note and then empty my brain of them.
So, I’ll leave you with a line by one of my all time favourite characters (plus he reminds me of my brother, Fingers):
Outlier Babe said:
Your passage revealing your attitude toward making corrections is one to be treasured and shared. I consider myself Grammar Goddess, Spelling Sorceress, and Punctuation Princess, yet painfully-obvious errors run rampant within my own pieces.
You have shamelessly set the self-editing bar at a new depth and granted authors everywhere permission to relax.
Uh…I’m not sure this is a good thing for authors everywhere. But I enjoy it in your blog : )
laugh. Very kind. It would be more to the point to say that I am ‘shamelessly’ lazy. Thank you all the same.