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Breakfast!
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The Pee-pee Teepee
http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/images/B002XO5236/ref=dp_image_0?ie=UTF8&n=59624031&s=baby
Whatever will they think of next? Surely a wee (excuse the pun) strip of muslin would do the trick!
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carotte
never seen anything so silly!!!! though they do we every time you change their nappies!!! it’s the cold air or something
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carotte
(can’t get the picture)
though these are pretty good, if you believe in amber!! Elodie was getting red cheeks and grumbling a bit – she wasn’t too bad, so I didn’t think about the necklace until Han said something last weekend – ever since I put it on, there has not been a peep, and NO dribbling!!!!!!!! amazing! if you’ve got some sort of list for the babski, then put us down for one of these:)
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carotte
that would be WEE in the first reply!
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pinkie
Hi, Pinkie. What’s occurring?
I’ll tell you what’s occurring! Unacceptable behaviour in the form of cheesy feet in enclosed spaces is occurring! Let me tell you the details…
On our return flight from Toulouse, I practically jumped for joy when I realised that I wouldn’t have a small child kicking the back of my seat for the whole flight. Instead the passengers behind me looked calm and still. Fabulous I thought, I can sit and read in peace… possibly even catch 40 winks. But lo! 20 minutes later my nostrils were assorted by the most acrid, vinegary cheesy smell I have ever encountered! Looking around I couldn’t see where this sickly smell was seaping from; but I knew all to well what it was…
“I smell stinky feet!” I said in a loud voice (much to Decoy’s embarrassment), hoping that the offender would replace their socks and shoes and that would be the end of the matter, but it wasn’t. After a while, the smell either went away or my nostrils had become totally inebriated and stopped functioning properly. Content with this sensory stand-off, I proceeded with my book. But the trauma was not over.
After a rather manky and expensive bacon roll, the smell returned and threw me forward in my seat. It was extraordinarily bad. Bad, bad, bad! I placed my arms on the arm rests and contemplated sticking tissue up my nose when I felt something sweaty and crusty under my arms. Jeepers! The lady behind me (and I use the term lightly because no lady I’ve ever known had feet that smelt that bad) had straddled the back of my seat and was resting both feet, yes both feet, on my arm rests. T.O.T.A.L.L.Y U.N.A.C.C.E.P.TA.B.L.E!
“Oh, my God someone has put their stinky feet on my arms rests!” (More shrinking into the seat by Decoy). Still no reaction. I was considering a more direct approach, but my courage depleats rapidly in face to face verbal combat. So I looked desperately at Decoy, who, at the speed of light whipped up the middle arm rest as quick-as-you-like! Mercifully, the hint was taken, but left me wondering, who would really think that that was ever acceptable. If you are unaware of your foot odour and remove your socks, well that’s mildly forgivable and in all probability the feet could do with an airing. However, to knowingly place your feet, stinky or not, into someone’s personal space is just rude!
Anyway, the point of my rant (and because this sort of thing happens to me on planes alot… unlucky I know) is go prepared. Go prepared either to say ” please desist your feet are terrible” in 4 different languages. Or take a nose clip and some clensing wipes (for their use, not yours).
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dodman
I remember, on a flight back from Seychelles, after an enforced 24 hour wait in the tropical heat, wishing the Italian bloke next to us didn’t have such gut wrencjingly stenchy feet, only to discover, on the train back to Barnham – after looking around to see if he was in the same carriage – it was actually my own sweat encrusted flip flops that were to blame.
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pinkie
Nice! Hope you threw those flip flops out or gave them a good scrub at least!
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decoy
twas quite embarrassing!
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Last night as I made my weary way to bed, I switched off the bedroom lights and crossed the bedroom floor. As I was walking across Liv’s side, I trod on numerous laptop cables and phone chargers and something cable-like which i didn’t quite recognise. As I lay in bed, I began puzzling (in my half sleep) about this weird cable. Something wasn’t right. After about 3 minutes, the curiosity got to me and I peered over the edge of the bed. There was indeed, an unidentifed object lying 30cms from my nose. I tentively reached across and turned on the lamp… I’d like to have said I remained calm… “Snake! Snake! There’s a freakin’ snake in the room!” I bellowed to Liv who was having a (previously) relaxing shower. I don’t know how I did it, but I made it to the bathroom only placing my feet on the carpet 3 times, locking the door, hurling a towel on the floor (to block the gap between the door and floor – quite resourceful of me I thought) and jumped on the loo seat. I refused to move until Liv, who I’m not sure believed me at first, picked up the stiff and definitely dead snake and put it in the kitchen bin. Apparently the dessicated snake had been chewed on, probably by Dolly who likened it to a cat version of billtong.
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dodman
I can understand you blocking the gap between door and floor with a towel; but locking yourself inside the bathroom suggests you must have thought the snake was a … shapeshifter?
Was it a grass snake? Or maybe a slow worm. We’be seen quite a few this year. Hopefully, not an adder!
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carotte
Since Dod told me of the snake that came into their sitting room and cruised around, I’m always sneakily checking for one…. what a ghastly experience. In my case, I would have probably left the door open (but I applaud the toilet seat angle), otherwise, how do you know when to open the door? When is it safe????? I once saw minion scurrying across the lawn with a snake in her mouth – I leaped onto the bench and didn’t descend for quite some time – even when cat and snake had long gone on the other side of the house….
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decoy
For the record, it was a small slow worm.
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pinkie
It had snake like qualities I assure you
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slightly
sounds pretty freaky and cool Hannah. As I’m about to sleep I’m sure it will infest my dreams
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Exciting rail journey this morning!
Being surprisingly organised this morning I set off for work in the hope of catching the earlier train to work just incase there were any hold ups. I slipped and slid my way to the station in good time, but Lo! the train was running 8 minutes late. Nevermind I thought, 8 mins is not bad considering the conditions. Anyway, 8 mins later my train arrived and I was particularly chuffed (excuse the pun) to get a table seat on which to spread out my paper. The train sped through the glorious frost festooned countryside until…. bang, flash, bump, bump, bump, bump, grind…….halt. We were plunged into darkness (and it was really dark at 7.10am!) Then nothing but silence. Then a very jovial ticket master strode along the train informing passengers (in a tone that was not fitting for the circumstances) that ice water, yes ice water, had got into the electrics! So, there we stayed for over an hour fruitlessly checking our mobiles for reception to call work/loved ones/a chemist (to explain the phenomenon that is ice water). After a while the train driver was able to bunny hop the train 500 yards into the next station. Fully expecting to have to alight the train, I was most pleasantly surprised to find everything had returned to normal in the space of 500 yards and we were now able to continue our journey. Maybe the dreaded ice water had only affected a small portion of track?Door to door time: 3 hours.
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decoy
hmmm, could do with a glass of “ice water” to sooth my throat…;-)
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Poo in a Pot
In line with the current theme of poor kitchen hygiene; I found this article on the ‘Weird’ pages of the Metro Magazine website:
“Wife divorces husband for defecating in pots
Friday, September 18, 2009
Do not, I repeat do not, open the lid A Nigerian woman has demanded a divorce from her husband who would defecate in the family cooking pots after drinking.
Oluwakele Ogundele told a court that her husband Oluwafemi was a drunkard who abandoned all toilet etiquette and relieved himself on her plates and pots.Ms Ogundele said she no longer loved her husband and he failed to provide for the family as well as increasing the dishes workrate. ”
Metro
Website: http://www.metro.co.uk
Accessed: 22/09/09Hmmmm, nice!
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decoy
errr… nice…
I like the fact that she mentions the extra washing as an important factor!
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pinkie
Hello hope everyone is well. How’s the weather in your area of France? The weather forecast said it is going to be sun, sun, sun in Toulouse with a high of 30 on Saturday. It’s dismal here; rain, wind, rain, wind followed by humid overcast afternoons.
Looking forward to the spare room. Truly DESPERATE to catch up on sleep. Really looking forward to seeing you all and having a much needed relax.Liv – I like the colour scheme, however, I can’t see how I publish this now. I think there is a button that says ‘Post it’ underneath this, but only half is showing. Is this part of the new minimalist design?
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pinkie
My vote goes for…
… anything that isn’t silage coloured
Joking aside, anything that is easier to add photos to would be a bonus. -
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Stop…
…I’m going to puke…
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Cadbury Advertisements
Anyone else love these advertisements? They cheer me up especially the “eyebrow” one! Also worth checking out Lily Allen and Alan Carr’s version. Sweet like chocolate!
Eyebrows:
Gorilla:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBwnKQEJkiM
Lily Allen and Alan Carr:
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pinkie
How thoughtful…..
…. is this the place where you can’t make a cup of tea for yourself and have to shell out £4 to buy one??
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pinkie
Shocking sunbathing attire
My word! What is going on? Does Climping beach ‘gold thong man’ know that he is responsible for starting the latest spray-on pool wear craze…. what will the neighbours say?!
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Frankfurt
It’s bizarre writing this so many weeks after Christmas, but here I go…
A few weeks before Christmas Liv and I decided to venture out to a Christmas Market somewhere in Europe. It was decided that we’d try a German Christmas market – and there were many to choose from. Liv became very excited at the thought of trying all the wursts he could lay his hands on, washed down with some rather pungent Gluhwein.
After a rather stomach churning descent into Frankfurt airport we made our way to our hotel. Much to my horror, this was in close proximity to the city’s most notorious sex show/shop area including Frankfurt’s much loved Dolly Busters…. I wondered why the hotel was so cheap! When we finally arrived at our hotel; which was adorned in everything I was expecting/hoping for (cuckoo clocks etc) we were told that there was a small problem…. the hotel had overbooked! After some deciphering it became apparent that we were required to take a kleine taxi ride to their schwester hotel next to the bahnhof….
Thirty minutes later – after another tour of the dodgy district we arrived at our replacement hotel, next to the bahnhof, police station and local dodgy dealers. By this time we were tired and hungry and set off looking for the Klosterhof – a traditional restaurant selling traditional food for a fair price. Unfortunately, it proved to be elusive and after a long day travelling we settled for an American bar and ate the most enormous burgers, vowing to eat more traditionally the following days… and indeed we did.
The next day, after a breakfast of cheese, ham, eggs, nutella and cereal (sometimes all together with lashings of cream) we set off towards the ‘old’ part of Frankfurt. When I say old – I mean 50 to 60 years old as many of the original buildings were destroyed during WW2. However, it was all very charming and definately had the desired Christmas feel. There were many stalls selling beautiful decorations hand crafted from wood and the most amazing toys. There were also many stall selling various meats, nuts and sweets. It was very easy to spend a couple of hours browsing the stalls, but come meal times, very difficult indeed to get a varied diet. Meat, meat or meat. Many restaurants were packed out not only with tourists, but locals having their Christmas work parties.
The sky scrapers were really interesting to photograph, but you had to be careful to look out for the trams whilst walking around looking at the skyline! I really enjoyed the car boot sale Saturday morning next to the river – there were some funny things. What’s one mans junk is another man’s treasure…. anyone for an old shoe, just the one, it’s half the price… what a bargain!Anyway…. who says I don’t blog???
on a bridge
ein großes Bier…
skyscrapers… so shiny
schmeckt
glückliches Weihnachten -
pinkie
Oh Canada!
Hey there people, I’m back from Canada after spending an interesting Easter in Nova Scotia. One of the highlights was a crazily bumpy tractor ride into the sugar maple tree forest in search of a sugar shack. We bounced our way into the forest which appeared to be bound up in a maze of blue tubing (which we later found out was the latest way of gathering maple syrup). However, the local bears are fond of the latest technological trend and have started to bite through the tubing to suck the sweet syrup out – a sort of sugary popsicle in the winter months. Having been transported miles into the forest by the sugar collectors, one felt obliged to buy some maple syrup.
I also saw loads of Ice Hockey, which is a fantastic and sometimes quite brutal sport. At the Atlantic Finals, Gran spent most of her time wincing everytime players skated and crashed into the barrier, whereas I cheered and swigged back the Root Beer with the rest of ‘em! Bring it on! Ohhh what a feeling! What a rush! Boom, boom, boom. The music was rocking too.
Also ate too many pancakes, Crackerjacks, Mr Big’s and Oh Henry! bars.
School starts again soon, so it is time to focus on planning and job applications. I’ve bought all the special 120gm Laid brilliant white paper as you do, so let us hope it gives me the edge!
Cheerio for now!
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pinkie
Not sure what you meant…
I’m afraid I missed the humour in your last post Slightly. The mild allusion that I may be cretinous was not missed. However, I will forgive and forget on the assumption you were overcome with the heat! Hope you are enjoying your travels and I look forward to hearing more of your adventures.
… But very tasty Lemon and Blueberry muffins!
decoy 1:55 pm on 11/01/2012 Permalink | Log in to Reply
most tasteful, i can confirm