and I would like to take single handed credit for any revival the Proclaimers are about to enjoy, I almost single handedly discovered them 😉 after all!
I worked this morning, having already done a fair amount of chasing about before actually going to work. My Dad is without his van this week so he asked if he could have my car this morning which necessitated picking him up (with children) and taking us all back home in time before Julie, Jack and Maisie arrived to look after D&S while I was at work, Dad taking me to work (I drove) and then having my car for the morning before coming and picking me up at 1pm when I finished work (he drove that time). But we managed it 🙂 I don’t often see such hours of the morning and even more rarely do I venture out into them fully dressed with fully dressed children (of course we frolick naked on the front lawn on a regular basis 😉 ) but I adore this time of year so it was lovely to be out in morning fresh air with the children off to collect Grandad. We were singing the Pink Panther theme tune on the way and Scarlett declared ‘Grandad is the pink panther!’ when he got in the car which led to a faintly surreal deconstruction of why Grandad cannot possibly be the Pink Panther as he is neither a Gentleman, a scholar or an acrobat. which led to full and much discussed explaination of the term ‘scholar’ to which Scarlett justified her belief in Grandad as the Pink Panther with ‘well he is a builder’
Me, Dad & Davies ‘ye-es?’
Scarlett ‘well he has a hammer!’
😆
I do get all my flights of utter fantasy from my Dad so to have he and I in a confined space along with a six and a four year old also prone to utter nonsense for prolonged periods of time is a recipe for the construction of an entire alternative universe, which we’d managed before we got back to my house. 🙂 When he’s on form there is no better company than my Dad :). I updated him on all things CCCS when we’d regained our composure and then Julie arrived so Dad took me to work.
It was busy again this morning – I quite like working mornings actually, aside from the nightmare of logistics that is childcare in the mornings as I am forced to get my lazy arse out of bed long before The Wonderpets is on and I am home shortly after 1pm which still leaves loads of the day to do ‘stuff’. I had a nice morning, finally confirming that I won’t have to do a mercy dash back to work on the last Friday of Kessingland 🙂 and having great fun doing the de-brief from my last training session (the one with the chaotic parking!). I also sat in on storytime this morning – the half an hour or so every Thursday that is dedicated to under 5s coming in for stories, singing and colouring in type stuff. I was introduced in the style of a TV presenter as ‘my friend Nicola’ by my colleague and I sat on the floor cross legged and sang along with Ten Fat Sausages and the Wheels On The Bus. It was ace 🙂 I’m due on a training course to learn how to do it properly but frankly if I can be paid my hourly rate for sitting cross legged on the floor talking to 3 yos about power rangers and singing Incey Wincey Spider I have totally fallen on my feet :lol:.
Dad picked me up and came back for lunch. I made all the children tidy up on the basis that I hadn’t played with any of the toys strewn around my house so I shouldn’t have to tidy them up and then I dropped Dad home again before coming back and leading the way to the beach (again!). Julie and I sat in a sheltered bit while the wellied up children had a whale of a time clambering on rocks, playing chase the waves and generally getting utterly drenched. Scarlett jumped down some steps on the way back to the car and we were all hysterical when the water sploshed out of the tops of her wellies as she landed! 😆 Pics on flickr – I tried to sort out the easy way to blog them but failed miserably and am now in a huff with the whole thing 😆 While I was at work the children had all been doing loads of Easter crafts as supplied by Julie who is just the children’s activity queen bless her 🙂 So Ady spent ages hoovering up bunny and chick shaped confetti tonight :lol:.
The kids are so enjoying the beach and all our regular outings to it. There is no denying that the main attraction is the sea itself – they adore teasing it and chasing the waves which I recall loving myself as a child. They enjoy climbing on the ‘danger, do not climb on these rocks’ rocks and daring the sea to splash them :). Last week while we sat on the beach Ady said to me ‘and this is why our house is worth so much money’ and I guess he’s right. It’s not the nicest beach in the country, possibly not even the nicest along the south coast but it is where 1000s of people choose to spend their hard earned money on a two week holiday every year so I guess it must have something going for it. We are here, we did miss it when we didn’t live so close and now that I can actually sit from afar and watch them enjoy it rather than be there holding hands the whole time it really does seem to be offering ‘fun for all the family!’.
We finished off tonight with me reading The Easter Story as borrowed from work which still didn’t answer Davies’ question about why it is ‘good’ Friday if Jesus died but at least gave me a slight edyoocatin’ buzz 🙂
I adore the way you overuse the word adore. It crops up in every other post. It popped up twice in this one alone. You need to curb your enthusiasm of get a thesaurus.
Comment by Chris — 06 April 2007 @ 6:48 am
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Nic wrote:
I thought the proclaimers were much underrated in their day actually, and indeed it is nice to think that I will forever after associate them with you Chris in my mind (still kicking myself over that Lloyd Cole lyric).
When you gooooo will you seeeeend baaaaaaaaaaack a letttterrrrr frrrrom ammmerrricaaaaaa
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Comment by Chris — 06 April 2007 @ 6:50 am
That was over the whole ‘haver’ thing wasn’t it after my first Kessingland. I’ve stopped associating them with you Chris and had started associating them with Ali, but actually know I will think of you both, almost like a second set of Proclaimers brothers in my mind. 😆
Comment by Nic — 06 April 2007 @ 8:19 am
Oh and when is adore not adore?
When it’s a jaunty term overused by me 🙂
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Comment by Nic — 06 April 2007 @ 8:31 am