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gfrancieIt was a busy day. Which is all right. Keeps me out of the bars or something. Had to get Senor Onion off to school in dreadful weather. His school was having their Christmas party today, complete with a visit from Father Christmas who was bringing presents. He said that there were sandwiches, crisps, and all kinds of sweets. I got Miss Biscuit off to her preschool Christmas party. It was held at this play area. It had one of these.... climbing play areas with multiple ball pits, slides, complicated maze-like structures. All the little kids wanted to go into the big giant scary one where you lose children. I ended up chasing after Miss Biscuit and my nieces. It was quite the cardio work-out as many of the entrances to different areas are child-size and it requires you to duck/scoot/slide through. I think one could make a lot of money selling this as some kind of exercise routine to people. Plus ball pits. Then there was a grand lunch for the kids. (ham and cheese or jam sandwiches, sausages, sausage rolls, crisps, fruit & veg, and jam donuts and sweets.) THEN it was time to visit Father Christmas where he had gifts for the kids. Miss Biscuit was incredibly excited and I came with her to meet Father Christmas. She went very quiet and was very shy. She just stared at him when he said, "Why Hello Miss Biscuit, you are getting so big. Here is a present for you." She said "Hello" in a tiny little voice and then said, "thank you" for her gift. She was in a daze.
Meeting Father Christmas is pretty awe-inspiring and just a little bit terrifying. She received some markers and a pad of paper for her trouble.
There was a stop at the grocery store for stuff and what not. I ended up chatting with my sister in law for a good ten minutes while the kids moaned.
In between all of this nice holiday nonsense, the large stone wall that borders our drive-way decided it was done being a wall. It quietly collapsed just before I went to pick up Miss Biscuit from school to take her to the party. It has been raining a bit but nothing too surprising for this time of year. But apparently it was saturated enough or something that whatever was holding it together decided it was done with all of that. Suicidal walls. Make sure you get enough vitamin D for your stone walls. Maybe book it a trip to the Canary Islands. it missed the car by a few inches. Later on as I looked out the window larger chunks came down. I am almost afraid to see what the remains will be tomorrow. We took pictures, sent them to the estate agent and said, "let's see you cock this one up." Though it might be the council's responsibility. When I came home from picking up Senor Onion, I parked across the road and a neighbor who lives around the corner spotted the less than stellar wall and had a slightly accusatory tone when she asked me what happened. (maybe it is the accent. I don't know.) I was tempted to say, "well I got good and drunk on some cooking sherry and decided to just go for it." I told her what happened. She asked if we had bumped it, I said no. And then she asked if a lorry had bumped it. I said, "nope". It was like she didn't believe me. LADY, we don't touch this wall. We leave it alone because we figure a wall has enough problems in life. There is another part of the wall that runs perpendicular to the sad sack wall and she said that people are always running into it or clipping it and it falls apart and it has to be rebuilt. So maybe what we have here is a history of shitty stone-wall building. A stone wall that wasn't meant to be.
Merry flipping Christmas.
Meeting Father Christmas is pretty awe-inspiring and just a little bit terrifying. She received some markers and a pad of paper for her trouble.
There was a stop at the grocery store for stuff and what not. I ended up chatting with my sister in law for a good ten minutes while the kids moaned.
In between all of this nice holiday nonsense, the large stone wall that borders our drive-way decided it was done being a wall. It quietly collapsed just before I went to pick up Miss Biscuit from school to take her to the party. It has been raining a bit but nothing too surprising for this time of year. But apparently it was saturated enough or something that whatever was holding it together decided it was done with all of that. Suicidal walls. Make sure you get enough vitamin D for your stone walls. Maybe book it a trip to the Canary Islands. it missed the car by a few inches. Later on as I looked out the window larger chunks came down. I am almost afraid to see what the remains will be tomorrow. We took pictures, sent them to the estate agent and said, "let's see you cock this one up." Though it might be the council's responsibility. When I came home from picking up Senor Onion, I parked across the road and a neighbor who lives around the corner spotted the less than stellar wall and had a slightly accusatory tone when she asked me what happened. (maybe it is the accent. I don't know.) I was tempted to say, "well I got good and drunk on some cooking sherry and decided to just go for it." I told her what happened. She asked if we had bumped it, I said no. And then she asked if a lorry had bumped it. I said, "nope". It was like she didn't believe me. LADY, we don't touch this wall. We leave it alone because we figure a wall has enough problems in life. There is another part of the wall that runs perpendicular to the sad sack wall and she said that people are always running into it or clipping it and it falls apart and it has to be rebuilt. So maybe what we have here is a history of shitty stone-wall building. A stone wall that wasn't meant to be.
Merry flipping Christmas.
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Date: 2012-12-21 02:42 pm (UTC)and I've been to those play centers. Great fun in winter, but its a bummer that they don't let the grown ups in there. I always want to go in, but NOOOOOOOOO. I'M AM ADULT.
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Date: 2012-12-22 02:31 am (UTC)But to be fair, the first time my sister and her family went, she and her husband had a blast running around and jumping on everything and sliding down the slides. Then they banned the grown-ups. She likes to think they were the cause.