Monday, 30 June 2008
MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied that she was so old she didn't remember any more. Melanie said "Well if yo don't remember you must look in the back of your panties. Mine say 5-6 years"!!!
STEVEN (age 3)hugged and kissed his mum goodnight. "I love you so much that when you die I'm going to bury you outside my bedroom window"
BRITTANY (age 4) had an earache and wanted a painkiller. She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seing her frustration her mum expained that it was a child-proof cap so she would have to open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked "How does it know it's me?"
SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. "Please don't give me this juice again," she said, "It makes my teeth cough."
MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them he asked his dad "Why is he whispering in her mouth?"
CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried. When his mum asked what was troubling him, he replied "I don't know what'll happen with this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in?"
JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read "The man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city. But the wife looked back and was turned to salt." Concerned, James asked "What happened to the flea?"
AND FINALLY.......the sermon this mum will never forget! "Dear Lord," the Minister began, his arms extended toward Heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face "Without you we are but dust......." He would have continued but one very obedient little girl who was taking it all in leaned over and, in her very audible and shrill little 4-year-old voice, asked her mum "Mummy, what is butt dust?"
Sunday, 29 June 2008
Monday, 23 June 2008
There's a poor, sad little pony in there somewhere
Look at that sky - it was hailstones 5 minutes before!
Wednesday, 18 June 2008
Saturday, 14 June 2008
Sunday we went down to Birmingham to pick mum up and Monday morning we went to Asda just for a few bits and pieces of groceries, something for Keith's packed lunch and so on. Came back to find two voicemails : "I'm 20 miles away" and "I'm at the end of the road - put the coffee on". SHOCK - HORROR! Twenty minutes after I heard those words, there he was, large as life.
I don't know about you but when visitors are coming I like to at least start off with the house looking nice, meals planned, plenty of everything in the fridge. I like to plan these things. I am a planner, I make lists and everything, including me - nay, especially me - runs like clockwork. I even include snooze time in my workings out!
I was so pleased to see him though. He's been in Canada 30 years and we've only seen him a few precious times. We lived next door almost until they went to Canada. (Was it something I said???) Here's a picture of the three brothers.
Stewart is in the middle, Keith is the little one and Michael is the lofty one. There are two sisters as well but they don't care for the rest of us so I don't have any photos of them.
This trip was Stewart's Fathers' Day gift from his wife and his grandson (whom they raised) and he had a list as long as your arm of people he just had to see in his short visit. Most of his visits he went on foot, though I did offer to drive him, but on one day he did need a chauffeur. I dropped him at his destination and we agreed I would go for a drive around for an hour and then come back and wait for him. That's what I did but I got lost in the 'one way' system in the town. No, I wasn't late back, I was early because as soon as I saw a street I recognised I darent go anywhere else!
And that's when I got mistaken for a burglar! I sat outside the house, in the car with the window down, stereo on (quietly) and sunglasses on, just enjoying the peace of a lovely afternoon and a packet of chocolate raisins. A woman with a couple of children fresh from the school gate went into one of the houses. Then I saw her looking at me through her lace curtains. Then I saw the bloke at the next house doing the same. Next the chap, an elderly man with a big flappy hat, came out with a screwdriver and made out to be doing something to his doorbell, looking round every few seconds. At length he came across to the car, screwdriver at the ready, and was visibly relieved when I took off my specs. "Oh," he stammered, "You'll have come for yonder young man 'av yer? Missis Next-Door thought you was casin' t'joint." Wonderful! Little 4'7" me "casin' t'joint"! And 69-year-old Stewart was chuffed to bits to be the 'young man' in question. I could dine out on that for weeks!Keith took Friday off work and the two of them spent the day in Lincoln. I was supposed to be going too but I thought they needed some 'brother-time' so I stayed home.
On Saturday he was collected by his Leeds BiL and there were tearful farewells all round. These things get all the more poignant, don't they, the older you get? I wonder how much the fare is to Canada?
Saturday, 7 June 2008
Thursday, 5 June 2008
Here are some bits of Gwyn's garden. Pretty isn't it?
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