Elvis eats boats!

(confused by the title reference? check this… in fact, click through regardless! You won’t be disappointed)

Yes January 8th is Elvis’ birthday. It was also supposed to be M’s birthday, but as is entirely fitting considering her approach to life, she stayed put for another (almost) two weeks.

But never one to miss the opportunity for a party, this year, she decided we would celebrate Elvlis’ birthday. Fine by me.

Lunch is fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches.

Dinner will be cheeseburgers. With salad, though – we can’t keep the Elvis lifestyle up completely. I’m also insisting that everyone Uh-huhs, and Thangyamaams as much as possible.

This could become a yearly event…

Update:

The peanut butter and banana sandwiches were nice enough – the first couple of bites were the best – but oh man, we were completely exhausted afterwards! I don’t know how on earth Elvis managed any degree of productivity after one of these. Its three hours after lunch and it’s still ominously sitting in my tum.  Me and husband crashed out on the sofas watching the man with the golden gun, while F and, to a lesser degree, M provided a running commentary…is that the man with the golden gun? is that him? does he want the golden gun? why is he a baddie? who’s that? is that the man with the golden gun (again)?

The cheeseburgers might have to happen tomorrow, sorry Elvis.

The News! In headlines!

Don’t be fooled by the jaunty exclamation mark – there really isn’t any actual, proper, exciting news. But in the manner of radio 1′s newsdrive, or BBC3, here’s a quick rundown:

1. It’s snowing. Again. I keep glancing out the window just in case it’s stopped but no joy. I’m kind of bored of snow now.
2. Radio 3 playing every note Mozart wrote over a fortnight is just brilliant. I’m luxuriating in wonderful sound.
3. My amazon parcel has not arrived
4. I bought a couple of ebooks while I wait. This whole concept is likely to prove expensive.
5. The dog went to the groomer yesterday. It took her 4 hours and cost more than a full tank of petrol. He looks fab though. However I’m now loath to take him outside in case he gets mucky. I also made him a bit grumpy brushing him this evening and hope he still likes me…
6. The app I’m using to write this is so slow I would be quicker writing this by hand and posting it to you

Ne’er Day rambling

The ne’er day walk didn’t go quite as well as planned.

Initially we were going to go to the Botanics – I’ve not been there for ages and it’s a easy walk for the girls, yet feels sufficiently unfamiliar for an outing – but by the time we’d got ourselves lunched, dressed, all the dog things found etc, it was getting kind of late. Oh yeah, and we had to double back to get my hiking boots…

Thinking on our feet, we decided on Queen’s Park. Not too far (ie we’d get there before darkness fell) yet big enough to give us a decent stretch.  We thought.  We parked a few minutes away and strolled along.
It started fairly innocuously.  The dog ran around excitedly. The children ran around excitedly. We adults strolled decorously.

The dog found a giant muddy puddle. The big girl found a smaller muddy puddle. The little girl found a slightly smaller muddy puddle and waded in. She had her wellies on, it would have been fine.

EXCEPT somehow there was a massive dip in the puddle.

I was halfway up the hill with M, and all we saw was F disappear into the water up to her middle.  I raced down the hill, while husband fished her out. She was screaming her wee head off. The water was completely freezing.  We stripped her wet stuff off, wrapped her in my cardi and returned to the car.

We were home within an hour of our setting off.