Monday, 26 July 2010

It's All Relative

We are not the most organised of people. Seeing this outside a neighbour's house made us feel terrific!

Friday, 9 July 2010

Dig Dig Digging

My moral self is rather horrified at buildings less than 40 years old being torn down to make way for multiple-million pound replacements. Especially in the context of so many redundancies.

But it does provide a huge amount if joy for a 2 year old boy.

Thursday, 8 July 2010

40 things before 40

My 40th is quickly approaching. Have decided to do 40 things before the Big Day, in no particular order:

1. Organise birthday party
2. Adopt flossing schedule
3. Make usable yarn
4. Attend Knit Nation
5. Have house painted
6. Have floors sanded
7. Finish Kusha Kusha scarf
8. Finish & send Citron
9. Start separate knitting blog
10. Record goodbye podcast
11. Organise the boy's room
12. Toilet train the boy
13. Organise paperwork
14. Organise living room shelves
15. Cook some new dinners
16. Get kitchen guy to do snag list
17. Order blog books
18. Sort digital photos
19. Get to BMI <25
20. Finish pink baby socks
21. Catch up on thank you cards
22. Go for a spa day
23. Go to France
24. Submit grant
25. Submit self con paper
26. Organise yarn
27. Update Ravelry
28. Catch up on birthday cards
29. Send G baby gift
30. Get car detailed
31. Get car fixed
32. Get new car keys
33. Redo budget
34. Finish Brandywine
35. Get stuff up to loft
36. Paddle in the sea
37. Start Foxy scrapbook
38. Mend clothes
39. Catch up on handwashing
40. Go camping!

Wednesday, 7 July 2010

At the Seaside

Finally, we are having a wonderful summer. Lovely and warm, not too scorching hot, just right. We've been to the seaside a few times, which is a pebbles & rocks rather than golden sands affair.

We like to go a few miles down the coast, escaping the hoards of tourists & day trippers. It's all rugged and picturesque.

But there's a good reason all the photos feature the back of foxy's head. He is constantly on the go and I spend the entire time on my feet chasing after him. I will admit to flashes of envy towards the mums with children who stay close of their own accord. Not that I'd change him, but, well, you know.

It is a nice way to meet people. Folks tend to comment on his speed of travel and hair in equal measure. On our last excursion we met a delightful family because the father rescued foxy from a near-death rock scramble while I was shouting "NO!" and trying to run across the pebbles. They were watercolouring on the rocks and let foxy join in. I wish I had taken their picture. The dad suggested martial arts to channel foxy's energy. He might be on to something.


I am participating in the Tour de Fleece, a lesser known cousin to the bike race. I am spinning my little heart out, and slowly getting the hang of it. My goal is to practice enough to be able to produce useable yarn by the end of the Tour. For now I am still at the unintentional art-yarn stage:

If you are curious about the multiple random posts, it's because I have an ill boy sleeping on me...

...and only my iPhone for company.

Big Boy Bed

We finally bit the bullet. What once looked like this:

Now looks like this:

Foxy was very happy with the new set up, especially the ability to get in and out by himself.

Imagine our shock and delight when he went to sleep last night without getting out of bed once. He was exhausted which I'm sure helped.

Today, turns out he is ill, so the battle may simply be delayed by a few days...

Thursday, 1 July 2010

Another classic work e-mail

Dear all,
I need to know whether any of you hold and use real human brain specimens
for teaching, where they are held, and whether any of them have gone
missing..... don't ask.