Archive for November, 2007

This morning we were playing with the train set. The entire living room floor was covered in an intricate maze of multicoloured track, bumps, bridges and switches.

Then TB changes his mind.

Mummy, you tidy this up and I’ll carrying on playing with this (pointing to something else).

That kid’s got cheek!

This week I’ve been training to be a first aider. I can bandage wounds, wounds with embedded objects, burst veins, head injuries and burns, I can even deal with a person whose intestines are hanging out, if this should ever happen in our non-eventful office! Yup, I can make most things look pretty, although not do a lot to actually sort them. It seems the answer in most cases is 999. As a good point, I actually passed the exam (not sure how I would’ve explained it to work if I didn’t).

Also finally managed to find a dress to wear to Y’s wedding. A bargain in Primark! And an indecently sized pair of shorts. Yes, they are already introducing thei summer wardrobe! Pretty much finished Christmas shopping, and even came home with a tree which Y promptly put up, despite the fact that it’s not even December yet. There’s just no reasoning with some people.

Yesterday morning, as I was leaving for work, TB came out of the kitchen carrying two crushed eggs in his hands.

“Mummy, I was just making eggs” he said.

He’d removed a box of 18 eggs from the fridge, taken out half of them, and they were lying in a mess of broken shell across the cooker, worktop and floor.

The things the young will do for a bit of scrambled egg!