In other news, school starts next week, so it's New Shoes time. (Am I using too much Upper Case? Hard to tell. Maybe I should use some colour or bold or italic for a change. Or Maybe Not.) Six new pairs of shoes, and we haven't even started on Sid. Thank goodness Jeremy is getting a job. Kit is only just holding on to his taller-than-his-younger-(by four years! (ooh look - italics!))-brother status, but it's not hard to imagine Beri overtaking him. And one of his teeth is loose. He's only just five! This is very precocious, surely. I wonder what old wives' tales there are about losing teeth early.
Excuse me - the Show parade is about to pass our house . . .
Phew. Finally back after an exhausting afternoon at the Country Show. Bungee trampolining, Hook-a-Duck-and-win-a-piece-of-c**p, falconry, dogs jumping through flaming hoops and Very Large Snakes. Something for everyone, really. (Really cool snakes. One about 12' long, an albino boa. Coool. And we could touch them too.)Jane and Ian are here for the weekend, so how pleased was I that all three children complained vociferously about the quality of their supper, and have left most of it uneaten.
First in an Occasional Series - Things my Mother-in-Law Says.
'Beri, why don't you try a little honey with your sausages?'
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Salad spinner game - does it provide its own evidence of pattern as the crayons, pencils, and feltips (no lids on if your house is anything like mine)slide across the various surfaces they hit? Could it be adopted as a new crime scene technique by Grisholm?
Oh, the show, the show. We do miss it. In our efforts to combat this I seem to have notched up, this summer:
The Bath and West Show
The Nunney village show
The Bruton church fete
The Bruton Hort Soc Show
The Amateur Gardening Show
The B & W giant fleamarket
Over compensating, do you think?
What a splendid sausage comment. For some reason I keep hearing this with a Southern antebellum accent. Perhaps Sid would like this for Christmas - argh! www.zoogstercostumes.com/products/ru18915.html
Ah. The thought of Griss in my kitchen fills me with terror and delight, in equal measure. A true cruce delizia.
And no, I don't think you can have too many shows. Don't the children mind though? (And do not put ideas into Sid's head! Miss Scarlett indeedy! It's pure Black'n'White Minstrels, that.)
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