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Setting the scene: Stroppycow, Her Favourite Canuck and The boys are at the cinema (11th Birthday treat for The Boy, complete with ice cream sunday). The credits to Iron Man are rolling and they are staying put as other viewers make their way out because Strops has it on good authority that there's something after the credits. As the last group of people exit and the credits seem to go on forever (how many drivers do the cast ans crew need for crying out loud?) doubt set in. "maybe there's nothing at the end after all" "maybe there is, only it's not extra footage at all, maybe we are being rickrolled" |
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Seriously
Not so dear chap who parks under our bedroom window,
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How do you make a little towny happy?
 It's easy. You take them somewhere where there are animal he can get close to, it's even better if he can pet them or if the animals are of the "cool" variety. The Nature Day at the Ebbisham Centre in Epsom ticked all the boxes.
 Then the best bit is that you can remind your little towny that living on a farm in the middle of nowhere has its disadvantages by taking them out to lunch for pad thai .
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BBQ FTW
 The sun is paying a visit and as a form of worship, a barbecue has been purchased and the last couple of evening meals have been cooked on the balcony. MFC has let loose his inner caveman although disappointingly he didn't grunt "man make fire" when he collected the ingredients from the kitchen. Maybe it's because we have only had burgers and sausages so far and not entered the "meat on a bone" territory of ribs, wings and legs yet. The Boy is proving quite adept at picking vegetables suitable for grilling and he is honing his skewering skills. I wonder which will run out first, the mild evenings or the menu and kebab ideas. 
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Easel side manner
"Did you do anything interesting at school today?" "We did portraits?" "You studied how artists draw people ?" "No. We drew the person next to us" "Do you want me to pose for for practice?" "No, you'd be too hard to draw." "I promise I wouldn't fidget" "I guess I could, but I'd have to do loads of marks on the paper because your face is full of dents and crevices" *holds back* "It's because you are old Mummy" Have kids they said, have kids... |
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We decided not to go for the Shane McGowan look after all
You'd think a 10 year old would know to duck when a blunt object comes towards them at speed. Apparently not. So if you take a week-end nice enough for a barbecue in The Boy's Father's garden, add a swing and 10 year old wanting to untangle it from the tree and stir you might get the following result. BEFORE  One emergency appointment at the dental surgery at the hospital + two visits to the dentist later - one to check the damage and redo the temporary work the hospital did which lasted less than a day and the other to rebuild the tooth with composites - (way to use up a day of already dwindling annual leave - but I'm not bitter) and you get this. AFTER  The Boy is happy with the result, less so with having to chop his apples to preserve the dentist's hard work. |
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Sometimes...
 Sometimes scaredy cats like me whose heart beat quickens at the mere thought of standing on a stepladder give birth to little people like The Boy who have absolutely no fears of heights whatsoever and who enjoy nothing better than launching themselves on zip wires. Sometimes, people like me who dislike heights enough to avoid looking at people on ladders and scaffolds because it makes them queasy manage to put aside the queasyness long enough to fulfill their mummy duties and watch as their little boys negotiate one rope bridge after another with determination. Sometimes, I am really glad my brother lets me use his camera and fancy zoom if he can't use it himself because he knows I am snap happy enough that the sheer volume of pictures will make up for my lack of skills and even out the odds in favour of capturing the concentration and pride on the face of all involved. Sometimes I wish my rules rules on putting The Boy's face on flickr were a bit less strict because there are a couple of really cute ones on the SD card waiting to be uploaded to the computer and tinkered with photoshop magic. Sometimes I wonder if MFC would forgive me if I put the photo of him pulling faces (purely to increase his power of concentration of course) while trying not to lose his balance on the oh so wobbly rope that seems oh so far away from the ground. I wonder if he'd forgive me or if he would seek retribution. Actually I only wonder for a second or 2. I know he would forgive me for sure AFTER he had dealt his own brand of retributions. Sa vengence serait terrible.
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