(the artiste formerly known as *45 Minutes To Forever*)

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Reality Check

We were treated to a reality check about being prepared to have children, when we had little S (3.5), his littler sister O (2) and their parents, from next door, over for dinner on Saturday.

To say it like Borat, we are so prepared, NOT!

We quickly realised that to our two tiny guests, nothing in our house was as it should be.

Our bread was brown and wholegrain, our jam had whole fruit in it and had no added sugar, our frankfurters were not fried, our chips were hand-cut rustic wedges and oven-baked, our ice-cream was Vienetta, and our apple juice was cloudy. To add to the equation, our couches and beanbags are super-absorbent and do not wipe clean, our coffee table has a precariously-perched glass top, our ceramic vases are on the floor and/or within easy reach, and either have prickly things sticking out of them or are full of water.

On the positive side, our carpets can be bleach-cleaned, we have flowers on our toilet paper, and to our orange-juice-soaked-crumbled-Madeira-sponge plus strawberries plus whipped cream dessert, little S proclaimed, "I LOVE IT!"

May be there is hope for us, after all.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

I'm a Spelling Nazi

There. I've said it. Over the years, after offending many when I have pointed their spelling transgressions out to them, I have learned to "internalize my trauma" (thank you Chinty for that fabulous phrase).

Here are some gems from
my work e-mail that make my blood curdle:

wierd for weird

must of for must've
accessable for accessible
defininately for definitely
refered for referred
seperate for separate
indispensible for indispensable
guage for gauge
effect for affect (and vice versa)

Cringe with me, and don't get me started on text/SMS-speak.

P.S. Now that I've said this, it will all blow up in my face with people trawling my blog for spelling mistakes. Help!

Friday, June 12, 2009

Pressing The Right Buttons

Background: The buses in Oxford operate on the standard press-button-to-request-stop principle. When the button is pressed you could either get a 'trrrring' bell-ringing sound or a 'beeeep', and the loudness of this varies greatly.

The other day, this girl I know rode the bus home with me. The bus made 10 or so stops along the way, and for each of them, the button was pressed and the 'beep' followed. The first time it happened after we got on, she went "how annoying, why is it so loud?!" I shrugged and said I had never noticed it to be particularly loud or particularly annoying. The second time it went off, she was more than mildly annoyed and was frowning as if the sound had hurt her physically. And so it went on, with every stop the bus made. She was fuming and had worked herself up into a frenzy, covering her ears and grumbling ad infinitum about how bad the sound was and that it shouldn't be there at all because 'surely everyone can read the sign that says STOPPING!'

It fascinated me then, how something so small could get someone so wound up. The more I think about it, I find that we're all like that - extremely relaxed and unaffected by some things, horribly bothered and worked up about others.

So, while I can totally shut out bus bells, I absolutely must have the caps put back onto bottles. While Dot is markedly indifferent to the idea of replacing caps on bottles, he blows a fuse when I don't get the scraps off the plates before putting them into the dishwasher.

Go on, tell us what washes over you and what soaks you to the bone and makes you raving mad.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Pictures from Race Day

Warming up...







Off he goes...



Blazing a trail...



The home stretch...



Socialising along the way...



Finishing in 1:20:49 and picking up his medal



The man & the medal...



For Mummy

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Beaming





Us in the car park after Anil's very spirited 10k at the British Heart Foundation Charity Run at the Blenheim Palace grounds in Woodstock, Oxfordshire. He braved horrendous weather and treacherous little hills to complete the course in an hour and 20 minutes. He makes me so proud!

Saturday, May 16, 2009

She Knows You're Here

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