Monthly Archives: March 2013
The art of eating chocolate.
To all fellow lovers of chocolate there need be no excuse to indulge in a nibble or three of your favourite chocolates.
Easter Sunday means that Mammy has to step back and silently grind her teeth while her ravenous offspring devour their bodyweight in chocolate.
But they have surpassed themselves this year indeed and have displayed three most distinct ways of snaffling their Easter eggs.
We have the hamster, cram as much into your mouth as physically possible while making horrendous gasps for breath every ten seconds.
Then we have the ambitious all in one technique, doomed to fail as mouth has yet to catch up with ambitious plan.
Finally, the multi handed approach, the most dangerous as this technique can keep going all day and can strip an entire family of its chocolate stash.
Fluffies and the meanie mum.
Let the cat in…
Easter Bonnets 2013.
Sometimes timing is everything.
I’m glad we were running late, we missed the uninsured, drunk driver that mounted the pavement and obliterated our front wall by minutes, the other driver, unfortunately, did not. (He is in hospital with three broken ribs).
Cutting equipment, lots of fire engines, police and people coming out to look at the smoking car hanging off a mountain of rubble in front of our house.
The what ifs don’t bear thinking about really.
I’m dishing out compulsory hugs today.
Hamish Mc Tat. (Who got lost and found all in one day).
Hamish Mc Tat, (real name).
Who snuck out of his house while the plumber left the back door open.
Who crossed the busy road.
Who went to see all the boys and girls going into nursery school.
Who sat on my back seat and said hello to our dog Bonnie.
Who very nearly went to our house for the afternoon while we made phone calls to find the owner.
Who finally got reunited with his happy owner.
Dog bowl dipping.
Ah Gruff you have surpassed yourself, I think this beats the great cat bowl fiasco of 2010.
Waiting for Narnia…
The hedgehog’s best defence is to curl up into a ball in the face of immediate danger from a predator or a mother brandishing a coat.
Lost in space.
Roll on the weekend!
Happy World Book Day!
Do you know who Evie’s favourite character from her favourite book is?
Slugs and snails and…
Bonnie’s wagging pneumatic tail!
Dinner’s in the dog…
…and the cat…
Perfect for when you’re a bit under the weather. Licks and smell compliments of the dog.
If no one says anything, no one has to get hurt.
Oh the pain of being the only girl in full Welsh costume in your class on St David’s day.
Rugby shirt next year Millie?