Listen to the beautiful sound

Of the teenager stropping
Of Mr.B stropping back
Of the littlies fighting

*sigh*

I love the weekends, everyone is here invading my space, making a mess, spoiling my routine.

but I do love 'em all. HONEST!

996 visitors

since December, who will make it a 1000? wonder if there is a way of finding out, I could send a prize to the 1000's visitor - maybe something of mine? mmmmm I could send a dust bunny, got loads of those going spare......................................................................

what a difference a day makes

This is what I was going to post today


12 years ago today a lovely man came to my house to see if he could help me fix my car, and he never left - I love you Mr.B and thank you for a wonderful 12 years. I was going to invite you to join me for a yummy home cooked meal for two after the kids had gone to bed on saturday night. you, me, a couple of steaks and a good bottle of wine


But what I am actually going to post, in light of what arrived in the post this morning is

Mr.B you are a complete twit for getting a speeding fine, and the next time you tell me your moped only does 30mph, I will remind you of the intention to prosecute notice you have for doing 41mph! you great big numpty!

O boy, have you got some crawling to do!

ok could be making a right butt of myself

but apparently I have been 'tagged' by being a mummy so here goes

The Rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book of 123 (or more) pages.
“the dirty bits for girls”.
2. Open the book to page 123 and find the 5th sentence.
ok well thats no good as the page is done and dusted in 3 sentences - they are long!
back to 1. then "Death of a superhero by Anthony Mccarten"
3. Post the next 3 sentences.
Big laughter. From everyone except Louise. Unhappy Louise.
(that was easy, short and sweet)
4. Tag 5 people.
here you go then - Mr.B, Sajona, twiddletails, mrs Fink and Phyliss you have all been tagged!

more of those conversations with small people

making lunch for the 2 smallest children.

smallest child: I want ham in my ham sandwhich, I don't like cheese.

me: well it wouldn't be a ham sandwhich if it had cheese in it now would it?!

Honestly Mr.B

the best beloved has sent me a link to a marvelous item.

Which, given half the chance, he couldn't possibly live without.

But my question to you, Mr.B, is what happened to your old camping chair? Oh yes I remember now - it was left outside at scout camp, over night, in high winds.

And in those high winds, the poor thing was blown into the embers of the campfire, and as a result was so badly disfigured we had to put it out of its misery!

four seasons in a day?

was that a clap of thunder? If it was then, yes, here in Snorbans we have had the lot!

sun, rain, snow, hail and something slushy that whipped around right in the middle of the lovely easter egg hunt at the Wick!