Archive for the 'Ramblings' Category

Happy New Year!

Thursday, January 1st, 2009

We celebrated the arrival of 2009 …

Truly Montypythonesque

Monday, December 8th, 2008

Yes, indeed, 2008 – the Year of the Owl. Here are some I stuffed earlier …

You know you’re getting old when …

Monday, September 29th, 2008

… suddenly, inexplicably (?), people start calling you “baba” (“father” in Zulu for those of you not local). “Hello baba, what can I do for you?” at reception; “Bye baba!” at the parking exits at Cavendish; “OK baba” when I don’t-want-to-buy-one-thank-you. Oh dear. I saw a very nice vintage replica Vespa that I think I [...]

These thick clustered rose petal days

Sunday, September 28th, 2008

that fall about us in a shower leaving a scent on the evening air that’s reminiscent of others. Tens of hundreds of thousands of others that were beautiful too. And each one we rush through and we wish gone and we wade through neck deep in delicate petals that we don’t see and rush through [...]

I am drinking inferior coffee

Thursday, September 25th, 2008

The two “big” girls and I have colds of such significant stinkiness that I’ve had to go and find the strongest French Roast I can just to be able to taste my coffee. Oh the shame.

Airshow chez nous

Sunday, September 21st, 2008

We thought we’d celebrate two weeks of Emily’s life with a little fly-by. Boeings in formation over the swimming pool. Supersonic jet and tasteful foliage.

In pursuit of Duplo

Monday, August 11th, 2008

The girls love Duplo. Did I say love? I meant adore. They build castles and houses and boats and cars and trains and keep themselves busy for hours. A castle might create a week of imaginative play – if MGW and I don’t destroy it at night to ensure more construction play tomorrow. So, as [...]

When the man at the touch pool shrieked like a girl

Tuesday, June 24th, 2008

There was the biggest hermit crab I have ever seen at the touch pool. Far more like Sebastian-the-crab than the little hermits I remember scurrying around rockpools in the days of my distant yoof. When the girls were done feeling the different seaweeds and playing with anemones and shells they wanted to see the crab [...]

This Boy’s Room

Saturday, June 7th, 2008

I have a boys room for the first time in a long time …

Skin in the game

Sunday, May 25th, 2008

On Tuesday afternoon at 16.20 we decided not to return to England next week …