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New Year Non-Resolutions

saronti — Fri, 14 Jan 2011 12:21:46 +0000

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

Struggling with a bunny noise- anyone got any good ideas?

saronti — Fri, 22 Oct 2010 20:51:13 +0000

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?

By far the most beautiful n heart warming video I’ve seen in a long time!

saronti — Sat, 21 Aug 2010 19:11:24 +0000

My love of puzzles has lasted my lifetime…

saronti — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 21:24:33 +0000

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!!

saronti — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 19:00:50 +0000

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?

saronti — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 18:56:52 +0000

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!!!

World Cup fever!

saronti — Sun, 23 May 2010 21:59:53 +0000

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!!

another major issue caused by deforestation…

saronti — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 20:09:35 +0000

another major issue caused by deforestation

Easter egg competition!!

saronti — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 14:30:21 +0000

My daughter has started a new school and is in yr 3 so when they said easter egg competition we dutifully allowed her to make her own easter egg farm all by herself( cough). Carrying the tissue wrapped rice cooker box proudly into school, making sure the chicks and half shelled eggs didn’t move we were flabbergasted by the entries- all manner of creations beheld our eyes. Not one of which had had an under 21yr olds fingers within 10 feet of it. There were Egg Factors, Jegwards, SpongeBobs, Hairdressers, the ski jump complete with skiers and my particular favourite the London Eye!! So now the old man wants to start next years around Christmas time and is already interviewing architects for the job as we speak- competitive- not us !!!

Ever get the feeling you can never quite get it right!!??

saronti — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 21:02:24 +0000

Having finally decided to take the leap and move out of London we scoured the Right Move website until we found the perfect little terraced cottage a bus ride away from the 12yr olds school. No more getting up in those wee hours and driving him to the lonely bus stop where he would run the gauntlet of fear each morning wondering whether or not the bus would arrive to take him to school. No more taking over an hour to drive back on the polluted , packed A40 arguing with lorries and mascara wielding women desperate to get 2 cars in front on their ever so depressing morning journey. No more screaming at the 7 yr old to hurry up and eat those mega crunchers or we’ll be late for school- again!!

Our new idyllic country cottage although in rural South Bucks does happen to be situated next door but one from McDonalds. Now this may sound awful, but it does have it’s advantages ( and I’m not talking burgers here). The 12 yr old now leaps out of bed like a greyhound chasing the hare round the last bend. “Mine’s a bacon roll and easy on the ketchup”, I hear him shouting as he runs en route for the school bus. As he goes off to school and I take my leisurely walk around the garden gazing at the horses peacefully grazing in the field below. I am acutely aware of the lack of police sirens, gangs of youths bellowing in drunken voices and the loudness of local madeye mcjack arguing with himself- until that is I hear the distinctive sounds of “Can I take your order Please”, and my eyes are forced to look over to the left where the Mc D’s drive through breaks up the serenity of my country cottage setting. Ever get the feeling you can never quite get it right!!