All this bad feeling about the results of the general election! I’ve read bitterly disappointed words and also — frankly — crude and immature ones, too (referring to Cameron as power-hungry because he can’t, er, satisfy his wife’s needs, but not in those words). The voters have spoken (read: if you didn’t vote because you … Continue reading Vitriol is expected
I actually reckon it’s a bit weird to broadcast who you’ve voted for. Surely just knowing you’ve voted is enough?
But Anne isn’t Neil’s princess, she’s his apprentice. In light of baby #2 coming very soon, we’ve been getting our place ready. Slowly. We’ve had some furniture delivered from everyone’s favourite affordable Swedish flat-pack furniture retailer, and this was the day Neil was putting Anne’s new bed together. He asked if she wanted to help. … Continue reading Daddy’s girl
I was heading out to get some pudding. Neil: Can you get some Magnums? They come in a four-pack now… Me: I don’t see why that makes any difference to me. I don’t get a chance to eat them anyway. Neil: It was three before, now they’re four. Me: So my chances have increased from … Continue reading What passes for a sensible conversation at our place
The ladies at the Chinese grocery shop tell me it’s going to be a boy, because it’s a pointy bump. An Italian lady I know says the old wives’ tale from Italy predicts a girl from a pointy bump, or a beautiful boy.
Neil’s been watching The Island with Bear Grylls, so I have been as well. A few thoughts: I’d never be stupid enough to sign up. I have no reserves on me, I’d be dead in a couple of days. If I was stupid enough to sign up, I certainly hope I wouldn’t be as vacuous … Continue reading Stereotypes don’t invent themselves, but editing might
We just went to Anne’s (prospective) preschool’s open evening, and were told there had been 80 expressions of interest, but only 50 places. My Singaporean kiasu fear has totally kicked in — I need to have a home school backup (all other preschools in the general area are full as well), and a proper curriculum … Continue reading I have the fear
Note to self: do not do any sort of jogging when in a hurry. One, I look like a twat; two, what remains of my stomach muscles ached for two days afterward. (Anne’s discovered how to work my camera, so the lens is covered in fingerprints.)
Anne was demanding to go on the swings at the pub-restaurant where we had lunch. As it was Neil’s birthday, he needed some sort of consideration for his unique position that day.
“Your tummy is so big, Mummy!”