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State of the now.
Oct. 4th, 2012 11:35 amSaturday was one of those lovely days where we played it by ear and had such a nice time. Senor Onion remarked that it was his favorite day ever. We went into town to take care of errands, go to the library, pick up some bread, and so on. It was nearing lunch so I said, "let's go to Widmouth Bay." On occasion it's good for me to detour from the rigid schedule that comes with taking the kids out. So we drove out there and ate at the Bay View. The view is great, the food is all right, the service is distracted, and the kids had a good time. Miss Biscuit ate everyone's chips and ignored her lunch. Senor Onion ate all of his pizza, and pointed out a house across the road that is RIGHT by the sea. He announced it was his dream house. I said it would be exciting to live there during a winter storm with the water coming close to the house. He said his dream house has to be by the sea. He said, "It's important to have a good view." Has he been watching shows on real estate? He's like his Granddad in that a view of the sea is the definition of perfection. (the Bay View is also one of my Father inlaw's favorite places to eat.)
After lunch we let the kids play in the playground for a good long while, then we went for a walk toward the beach. I thought we should have some ice cream. So we did. There is something rather funny about telling another grown person, "Yes, I would like one Nobbly Bobbly please." It wasn't for me. I promise. Miss Biscuit saw it and had to have it. It had sprinkly bits, chocolate, and "PINK". Senor Onion had a more sober chocolate ice lolly, and I had some sort of ice cream defined as "Luxury Cornish" ice cream but didn't impress me.
We walked on the beach, was nearly blown over by the wind, found shells. Miss Biscuit got sticky and sandy. It was then time to drive home and have a cup of tea.
Miss Biscuit has been struck down by the stomach flu which has passed through the preschool class in the last 24 hours with such strength that I feel like I should approach the school with one of those plague masks on. I was up much of the night with her. A lot of tidying up, comforting, and exclamations of, "NOOOOO not on the carpet again." She is fine today. I am deeply tired and my neck hurts from sleeping next to her in a contorted position.
The shipping company called us yesterday and gave us a firm date for delivery of stuff. There was some comment about how we should have had an email. I looked through my trash and spam filter and there was NOTHING for me. Nor was there anything for Mr. Jenner. The shipping company said so and so should have sent it. Does so and so actually exist or is So and So in a bit of trouble for not sending said email? What a bunch of tits. The house is going to look a sight in a couple of weeks. So many boxes.
October... filling up with stuff.
After lunch we let the kids play in the playground for a good long while, then we went for a walk toward the beach. I thought we should have some ice cream. So we did. There is something rather funny about telling another grown person, "Yes, I would like one Nobbly Bobbly please." It wasn't for me. I promise. Miss Biscuit saw it and had to have it. It had sprinkly bits, chocolate, and "PINK". Senor Onion had a more sober chocolate ice lolly, and I had some sort of ice cream defined as "Luxury Cornish" ice cream but didn't impress me.
We walked on the beach, was nearly blown over by the wind, found shells. Miss Biscuit got sticky and sandy. It was then time to drive home and have a cup of tea.
Miss Biscuit has been struck down by the stomach flu which has passed through the preschool class in the last 24 hours with such strength that I feel like I should approach the school with one of those plague masks on. I was up much of the night with her. A lot of tidying up, comforting, and exclamations of, "NOOOOO not on the carpet again." She is fine today. I am deeply tired and my neck hurts from sleeping next to her in a contorted position.
The shipping company called us yesterday and gave us a firm date for delivery of stuff. There was some comment about how we should have had an email. I looked through my trash and spam filter and there was NOTHING for me. Nor was there anything for Mr. Jenner. The shipping company said so and so should have sent it. Does so and so actually exist or is So and So in a bit of trouble for not sending said email? What a bunch of tits. The house is going to look a sight in a couple of weeks. So many boxes.
October... filling up with stuff.
