Just a quick one to say that tomorrow we move out of Highshore Road and.... into Highshore road. Yes, we are moving 4 doors down. A great stroke of luck seeing as we love our location. The downside is, due to the place not being available immediately we have to go on holiday for a week. After that is is going to take some time to get internet up and running, I imagine a few weeks so once again there will be some silence here.
Oh well. Sure y'all used to it by now.
Must go. Ridiculous amount of packing to do.
xx
Monday, July 27, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Technology Hell
I'm on a roll of my technology beloveds dying around me. Again.
- my iPod died. It rattles. How? Why? The car requires millimetre perfect parking in order to get the pram by it. Sometimes Dave does not do this well. After our huge night out on Monday, he did not do this well. I lifter the pram, herculean-style, over my head to get pass the car. Forgot Ipod was in a pocket of it... SMASH!
- My computer has died. After increasing it's threats to not turn on, yesterday saw it give up finally. Which leaves my computerless. (As technically MY computer is already dead as of 6 months ago and THe one that just died was Dave's hand-me-down)
-The television died. THen mysteriously came back to life 4 hours later. It is increasingly of this habit which is a bit worrying and one suspects that it won't resurrect itself in the near future. Dave is praying for it to get through the golf/cricketing bonanza weekend ahead.
- HOWEVER i saved my external hard-drive without having to fork out £200 for data recovery services. It involved a letherman, fine motor skills and a new £17 external casing from amazon. I love you amazon
Anyway, all is well. Got an extension of another week here and looks likely that we might move into a nice house down the road for the next year all going well. Goot afly as only got 5 minutes allownace on Dave's new computer and have booked Fred in for a swimming session in 10 minutes.
- my iPod died. It rattles. How? Why? The car requires millimetre perfect parking in order to get the pram by it. Sometimes Dave does not do this well. After our huge night out on Monday, he did not do this well. I lifter the pram, herculean-style, over my head to get pass the car. Forgot Ipod was in a pocket of it... SMASH!
- My computer has died. After increasing it's threats to not turn on, yesterday saw it give up finally. Which leaves my computerless. (As technically MY computer is already dead as of 6 months ago and THe one that just died was Dave's hand-me-down)
-The television died. THen mysteriously came back to life 4 hours later. It is increasingly of this habit which is a bit worrying and one suspects that it won't resurrect itself in the near future. Dave is praying for it to get through the golf/cricketing bonanza weekend ahead.
- HOWEVER i saved my external hard-drive without having to fork out £200 for data recovery services. It involved a letherman, fine motor skills and a new £17 external casing from amazon. I love you amazon
Anyway, all is well. Got an extension of another week here and looks likely that we might move into a nice house down the road for the next year all going well. Goot afly as only got 5 minutes allownace on Dave's new computer and have booked Fred in for a swimming session in 10 minutes.
Huge night on Monday night? Pic below is a part explanation. Will maybe write more on that a bit later if i can be arsed.
xxxH
xxxH
Friday, July 10, 2009
D to the OT. P to the OINTS.
· I really need to update what im watching/listening to. I finished that book 17 years ago.
· I really need to update my 25 fav books and the twat-y comments I put under them.
· Had to get a yahoo email account in order to join a Yahoo Group (for big-breasted women who love Tupperware, Robbie Williams and Ear-cleaning) and have discovered how superior yahoo mail is to hotmail. However because I am lazy and know how annoying it is to have to remember to update email addresses, will keep that email address private to me and faux-snakeskin wearing forum buddies.
· Had a week of ups and downs in the house hunt. Landlord managed to sell the house, but is still waiting for contracts to exchange so we are able to stay in the place until Sunday. The house we had planned on moving into fell through at the last moment (they decided to rent out to family). Leaving us up shit creek, no paddle. WELL there is a paddle and that paddle takes shape in the form of the Tabard Centre. You remember the open-plan, murder-flat e lived in London Bridge? Well luckily (??) we have been unable to rent it out so for the short-term we move back there. Which is good to have a fall-back, but I can’t even begin to explain ho unexcited I am by the prospect of 73 flights of stairs, no bedrooms and the constant sirens of the cops responding to the stabbings down Old Kent Road. Dave, on the other hand, is gleefully rubbing his hands as he imagines moving away from suburbia back in to the gaybourhood and talking about buying makeshift sheds to erect on the mezzanine level in place of bedrooms for the long-term. In terrified response to Dave’s hints dropped here and there - like selling that second table as it won’t be needed in the Tabard Centre – I have taken to hugging my garden in quiet moments. Plus on top of this battle of wills, I shall be forced to be without phone or internet for the foreseeable future until plans are made. No provider who offers less than a 12 month contract without asking that you hand over your child’s college fund.
· Did seriously just write College Fund? I don’t even know what that is.
· Why the hell can’t there be one standard size for paperbacks and one standard size for hardbacks? Seriously. Trying to tetris my books into boxes is causing me no end of grief.
· I’m a bit nervous about the fact that anyone with even vaguely normal vision would be able ot spy the poor attempts of mine to remove crayon from most alls of the house.
· To those people have suggested that perhaps it is time to start trying for a girl, I suggest that they try first. And when they find themselves with 2 sick kids, screaming and hanging off them, THEN we can discuss a 3rd. No seriously. Not even a consideration until Rockodile is in school (by which point I suspect we ain’t going to want to go ‘back there’ to those ‘dark days’)
· Bec Ramsey (nee Twaites) who I’m sure y’all remember from school (seeing as most of my friends did drama or choir) has been holding her own in blogland for a little while. She writes REAL good, take great pics and most depressing of is that she lives in France. For real. My dream = Her life. Bitch. The blog is called ‘Is there any such thing as too much cheese?’ which I note that no-one has tried to answer for her. So in the spirit of goodwill, I give her my thoughts:
1. In France? No.
2. In America? Yes. Any of their cheese it too much cheese. It is rank.
3. In an hour? Depends on the cheese. If you ate quarter of a wheel of Brie de Meaux in an hour it would be far too much and likely to turn you off a cheese no cheese lover should ever abstain from. However if you were to eat a similar amount of Welsh Caerphilly in an hour I reckon you would still be reaching for more as I am suggesting that you simply MUST try it with a bit of that fig stuff. Mmm.
4. For Fred? Yes. Any cheese is too much cheese, even if it is in individually-wrapped string form with an amusing face imprinted on it.
5. For Dave? Yes. Any more than 6 pieces in an evening (3 blue, 3 other) with a glass of Pedro Ximenez sherry is too much.
6. For Me? Unknown. Hae yet to hit a wall prior to running out of cheese in the house.
· I am trying to recover from writing the word ‘nee’. How did it come to this? How did we get so old to be doing things like get married?? To boys??... then I remember that I have not one but two children and am probably freaking everyone else out even more so. Rest assured people, every Friday night I’m still out the back with my glowsticks, chuppa-chups chanting Delerium songs.
· I really need to update my 25 fav books and the twat-y comments I put under them.
· Had to get a yahoo email account in order to join a Yahoo Group (for big-breasted women who love Tupperware, Robbie Williams and Ear-cleaning) and have discovered how superior yahoo mail is to hotmail. However because I am lazy and know how annoying it is to have to remember to update email addresses, will keep that email address private to me and faux-snakeskin wearing forum buddies.
· Had a week of ups and downs in the house hunt. Landlord managed to sell the house, but is still waiting for contracts to exchange so we are able to stay in the place until Sunday. The house we had planned on moving into fell through at the last moment (they decided to rent out to family). Leaving us up shit creek, no paddle. WELL there is a paddle and that paddle takes shape in the form of the Tabard Centre. You remember the open-plan, murder-flat e lived in London Bridge? Well luckily (??) we have been unable to rent it out so for the short-term we move back there. Which is good to have a fall-back, but I can’t even begin to explain ho unexcited I am by the prospect of 73 flights of stairs, no bedrooms and the constant sirens of the cops responding to the stabbings down Old Kent Road. Dave, on the other hand, is gleefully rubbing his hands as he imagines moving away from suburbia back in to the gaybourhood and talking about buying makeshift sheds to erect on the mezzanine level in place of bedrooms for the long-term. In terrified response to Dave’s hints dropped here and there - like selling that second table as it won’t be needed in the Tabard Centre – I have taken to hugging my garden in quiet moments. Plus on top of this battle of wills, I shall be forced to be without phone or internet for the foreseeable future until plans are made. No provider who offers less than a 12 month contract without asking that you hand over your child’s college fund.
· Did seriously just write College Fund? I don’t even know what that is.
· Why the hell can’t there be one standard size for paperbacks and one standard size for hardbacks? Seriously. Trying to tetris my books into boxes is causing me no end of grief.
· I’m a bit nervous about the fact that anyone with even vaguely normal vision would be able ot spy the poor attempts of mine to remove crayon from most alls of the house.
· To those people have suggested that perhaps it is time to start trying for a girl, I suggest that they try first. And when they find themselves with 2 sick kids, screaming and hanging off them, THEN we can discuss a 3rd. No seriously. Not even a consideration until Rockodile is in school (by which point I suspect we ain’t going to want to go ‘back there’ to those ‘dark days’)
· Bec Ramsey (nee Twaites) who I’m sure y’all remember from school (seeing as most of my friends did drama or choir) has been holding her own in blogland for a little while. She writes REAL good, take great pics and most depressing of is that she lives in France. For real. My dream = Her life. Bitch. The blog is called ‘Is there any such thing as too much cheese?’ which I note that no-one has tried to answer for her. So in the spirit of goodwill, I give her my thoughts:
1. In France? No.
2. In America? Yes. Any of their cheese it too much cheese. It is rank.
3. In an hour? Depends on the cheese. If you ate quarter of a wheel of Brie de Meaux in an hour it would be far too much and likely to turn you off a cheese no cheese lover should ever abstain from. However if you were to eat a similar amount of Welsh Caerphilly in an hour I reckon you would still be reaching for more as I am suggesting that you simply MUST try it with a bit of that fig stuff. Mmm.
4. For Fred? Yes. Any cheese is too much cheese, even if it is in individually-wrapped string form with an amusing face imprinted on it.
5. For Dave? Yes. Any more than 6 pieces in an evening (3 blue, 3 other) with a glass of Pedro Ximenez sherry is too much.
6. For Me? Unknown. Hae yet to hit a wall prior to running out of cheese in the house.
· I am trying to recover from writing the word ‘nee’. How did it come to this? How did we get so old to be doing things like get married?? To boys??... then I remember that I have not one but two children and am probably freaking everyone else out even more so. Rest assured people, every Friday night I’m still out the back with my glowsticks, chuppa-chups chanting Delerium songs.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
The Footers in London
Below are a few pictures taken from a month or so ago when Mark, Amy, Max and Ned came to stay.
walkin' in Peckham
whadda ya looking at?
walkin' in Peckham
i suspect you can pick Max from a mile away.
Mark: the least gay.
i tried to arm myself with a few Max projects before he arrived. One was planting these flowers.
and these. they were all planted within 20 minutes of arrival.
is my hair ok?
whadda ya looking at?
Peckham Rye train station. Respect. Off to a day at the Science Museum.
as I have a boy who has zero sense of danger, I could not comprehend Amy's relax-ed-ness. I considered handcuffing them to my pram simply to put my worried mind at ease.
The Water Park. Fred's heaven on Earth.
although the smallest child by a mile, Fred held his own. Other kids tried to muscle in. Those kids are now missing limbs.
Big Boy Max makes sure all the little boys are happy, picking up Rock's toy (aka packet of parsely) whenever he dropped it.
hot chocolate number 7. NOT to be drunk before long haul flights ever again.
classic max.
more classic max.
classic dave pose.
amy gives a few pointers on taking photos....
...but the stance is alllll max.
Ned without a daytime nap and suffering jet lag. All too much :(
construction site for the shard over London Bridge station. HUGE and busy. Impossible to get Max to walk away from.
don't even think about leaving before we see what that digger does...
Foots cooked an amazing roast duck in celebration of Dave's 40th. Don't ask about the wine.
Happy cousins.
Not so happy Rock.
Let me recommend Crunchie Bar Ice Creams as a reward for boys who eat ALL ther dinner.
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