Childrens Personalised Books

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So it’s the start of another New Year- and this year I decided to make NO resolutions. I thought I would save myself the effort of going for one jog around the block and then make a whole heap of excuses why I can’t go again. This however didn’t extend to the Old Man- who had his usual- stop smoking- which has already morphed into- stop smoking as much, eat healthier food- only 1 packet of Jaffa Cakes a day- as opposed to 2, drinking less fizzies- (he thinks fizzy vimto is part of his 5 a-day) and of course- the get fit promise. Giving himself a leg-up he purchased the Wii Fit with the personal fitness programme. We are now in the middle of January and the fitness programme is still in the cellophane wrapper- what has been taken out though is Just Dance 2. Oh Joy of Joys- I now have to witness a late 40′s something grown Man, attempting to follow the dance moves to Beyonce Single Ladies.His bump and grind is not something you wish to view on a full stomach!!  Worse thing is- he swears it’s giving him a better workout than any fitness programme. Not too sure you are supposed to drink a can of coke, eat half a ton of Haribos whilst puffing on a Bensons as a reward for doing a ‘workout’- but hey it beats lying on the sofa swearing at irate foreigners as they shoot him in Black Ops!! Happy New Year Bah Humbug

The Grandson turned 2 last week and rather than add to half of Toys R Us to toss aside and play with the packaging we decided to take him out somewhere special for his birthday. Being a real animal lover we decided on a children’s zoo. The sun was shining and the bag was packed with satsumas and nappies ( don’t need much else for him), sensible shoes on and off we went . At the entrance we bought our bag of feed for the goats and started our way round. His like of horses quickly escalated into an obsession when he saw the shetland ponies. With much clapping and clip clopping of our mouths we managed to move on. The goats gratefully ate our offerings, and the pigs snuffled some off us too. Highlight of the day though had to be feeding the lambs. The Grandson held a lamb and gave the bottle ( after we repeatedly told him it wasn’t ‘boo’ for naptime) to the greedy guzzling ball of fluff. The bunnies were let loose into the pen and amongst much screaming from the other children the Grandson stood there, bunny in each arm- not even flinching. So we have now added 2 more animals to our favourite list- along with sounds of course- although we are struggling with a bunny noise- anyone got any good ideas?

Here at Saronti we are fighting against the recession by launching new products. The books are still going strong but we felt our unique way of personalising shouldn’t be contained to story books. So check out our new t-shirts and puzzles. With a vast range of designs on great quality white t-shirts, Saronti will personalise your own favourite character with your face and allow you to write your own caption or choose from one of ours. A sure fire guaranteed hit with any family or friend, a great idea for hen parties and group gifts. Go on wear a giggle!! From 9 piece to 63 piece a Saronti jigsaw makes a wonderful gift. As well as the puzzle featuring your face and name, the puzzle box is also personalised the Saronti way. As well as puzzles for one person we also have some puzzles to include up to 3 faces for that special family gift. Our development department is busy Sarontiing away at Calendars, Breakfast sets and Teddies too. So keep watching Saronti for more personalised gifts to put a smile on someone’s face.

I was going through a box of stuff the other day for either a car boot, the charity shop, the local nursery or my grandson and I found a really old and dusty box full of jigsaw puzzles. It took me right back to my very younger days of doing puzzles in the commercial breaks on the telly. I would line them up and Mum and Dad would time me to see how many I could do in the break. I was also given a new puzzle every time I went to the dentist ( no I don’t know why either- but hey who was complaining- not me). Well I have to say my love of puzzles has lasted my lifetime and the major regret I have is I don’t have a spare table I can put a huge puzzle on which will take me 2 years to finish. My love has passed down through all my 3 children and now to my Grandson who is just about at the age now where he can put the wooden shapes into the spaces. So we bought all kinds of puzzles for him, Thomas, Postman Pat, Tweenies you name it they sell it- and brought them out when he came to stay. We did all of them and afterwards there wasn’t a spare inch of floor that wasn’t covered in a puzzle. Strange this was though the Grandson was nowhere to be seen- he was outside putting worms down his trousers!! Maybe he’s just not ready yet?

I’m not a jogger- and never have been!! At school I hated it- be it sprinting, the killer 400 meters or the dreaded cross country (until a group of us realised that we could take a short cut and hop on a bus back to the school). As I got older I would watch in amazement at the people happily running round parks, roads and the running track in the park. I couldn’t quite figure out why anyone would actually choose to inflict this particular pain on themselves. The one day some bright spark at my son’s football club decided that we should have a sponsored run- for the parents. After picking myself up from the floor, and thinking in my head of how I could get out of it I heard a little voice saying- ” My Mums a great runner and she’s going to beat your Mum”, and yes it was my wonderfully misguided trusting 6 yr old son. Seen the film ‘Run fat boy Run’- it was more ‘Run fat Mum run’!! The first few days were absolute torture, round the block felt like the London Marathon and falling onto the sofa afterwards felt like bliss. I persevered and slowly it all became bearable- I won’t say I enjoyed it because that would be lying- but I got through it. Come the day of the Sponsored run and the parents were all on the line ready for the off. My 6yr olds smiling face and brave brave words of “come on Mum” gave me a bit of a lift. The whistle blew and we were off- 4 laps of what seemed like a never ending vast area of the park later and I came in a respectable 2^nd of the Mums ( after someone who wasn’t’ even a Mum- a ringer of a neighbour who was 22 and an aerobics teacher!!). Collapsed on the floor attempting to breathe, face a violent magenta colour and enough sweat to swim in was not the best moment for me to be in a ‘group photo’. So now as I leisurely do my Wi Fit yoga I stare at the photo on the shelf at the shiny, purple faced lady and breathe a sigh of relief that exercise is now something I have confined to my home!!.

Please can someone explain to me why men end up using every single pot, pan and utensil when cooking a meal. A simple meal like egg on toast calls for the spatula, the big spoon, the little spoon the wooden spoon, the big bowl, little bowl and on and on. Not only that, they then proceed to scrutinize you intently as you attempt to eat. Giving you a life long phobia of eating whict being stared at!! If that’s not bad enough they ask you constantly how good it is- if it’s tasty, cooked right, are you enjoying it, and to top it all after you’ve finished ( and for the rest of the day), they keep asking you if you’re feeling full and good after the meal they cooked. Imagine if us Mums were to require feedback on all the jobs we do everyday. We would never get anything done, and nobody would be able to go anywhere as they’d be too busy answering our questions about our accomplishments. Oh no I’ve just had an awful thought- it’s not just my man that does this- please say it’s not!!!

A new Saronti makes it’s debut. The FamilyName Cup Final is the latest Personalised Saronti book to feature a whole family’s faces and names. Fancy yourself as a striker,Mum as a left back and Great Aunt Gertie as a winger- well now’s your chance. A thrilling end to end action packed Football story makes a great gift for anyone. Send someone giggles galore with a saronti !!

So the football season has officially finished and the football tournaments have begun. With World Cup fever running through our veins the players and parents came out in strength on what turned out to be a blistering hot Sunday. The cars rolled into the car park at 8am and 2 hours later the bags, balls, cool boxes, blankets and gazebos were unloaded. Another 45 mins later and the gazebo is up!! For the next 4 hours the tension becomes as unbearable as the heat of the sun on that patch of skin at the back of the neck that is always forgotten about. South Africa had nothing on the U9s semi-final. Screaming parents, shouts of ‘referee’ and the pungent smell of a portaloo. Ah- World Cup- who needs it!!

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