Thursday, 30 August 2012
(I tried to rename my Hall of Heroes 'People I Would Like to be Stuck in an Old-Fashioned Train Carriage With'. But it made the tab at the top waaaaay too long)
It is often suggested to me, by Mr W, that I should update my Hall of Heroes a little more regularly.
Indeed, No.1 Son (aged 14) inferred that it was more a Lobby than a Hall...
So, swelling the ranks today is the Wonderful Mr Tim Burton *sigh*.
Go. Enjoy. He's great.
Sunday, 26 August 2012
Or...the continuing tale of the DoNotBreakTheDog dog
I finally got round to updating Witch's story on The Dog(Don't Break It) page. So now we are fully up to date, up to speed and the dog is probably up to no good as I type.
This instalment starts at the sub-heading 'Get it on film..' - to save you the trauma of re-reading the first bit :)
**I'm almost entirely sure there must be a way to add a link to a heading, but I'm darned if I can work it out. Any advice would be greeted with an almost embarrassing display of gratitude**
Friday, 24 August 2012
Or...What I learnt about my Daughter(In fact, should that be 'learned'..?)
|Cute, eh? So is my daughter.|
After dinner, while still sitting around the table, I decided it would be nice to play a game together. Mindful of the long summer holiday which has been filled with way too much computer game time, I wanted to think of something that would encourage our three children to perhaps use their brains a little.
Baby Steps first though, I thought (also, this was the best I could come up with. Perhaps someone else needs to challenge their brain a little, hmm?) - and with an enthusiasm in my voice usually reserved for chocolate/mallow-based snacks, I said...
Friday, 17 August 2012
Or, What the Sam Heck was this doing in my kitchen?
|Is this the teeniest snail in the world?|
Lookee here - just found this bimbling along on my kitchen sink. (Yeah. I know. Best not dwell on that). His name is Leonardo.
But how did he get there?
Saturday, 11 August 2012
...or, Why am I such an Idiot?About a hundred years ago, when Mr W rang to tell me he was bidding for tickets for the London Olympics, I told him I was really not bothered about going. I enjoyed the Asterix book, but otherwise I'm not really interested in the Olympics.
Why am I such an Idiot?