A quote I once read somewhere which stated that even as the ship went down the ashtrays were still being emptied on board and the band continued to play – sort of what has been going on here really…
We split the house – Ady got kitchen, playroom and lounge, I got bathrooms and bedrooms. In the morning we still have sofa cover changing (me), playroom completion (me), oven cleaning (him) and final kitchen swab down (him). I started in the en suite bathroom and found myself putting away a few bits of make up then starting to go through my make up stash and chucking out bits and pieces I’ve not used for a while. Why? Surely if Joyce did start going through a storage chest of drawers inside the en suite loo off of our bedroom after escorting her from the premised for being a nosey bint (in the manner of Harry Enfield’s bloke in the pub ‘oi, Westwater No! You might be a highly respected member of the blogring with a documented nice arse, the most popular child for adopting in the event of you and your husbands untimely death and possibly the best career of the lot of us but if you were to come round here, poking around in my make up stash and judging me for having mascara older than your daughter I would cast you out onto the street whether or not you had finished eating your potato salad!) the last thing I would be concerned with was whether she had judged me for having mascara older than Hannah?!
Disclaimer and apology here to Joyce for using her in such a way for comedy value, but I know she’d not only forgive me but feel quite comfortable doing the same back to me 😉
So Ady and I have been doing some bizarre parody of Big Cook Little Cook and saying stuff to each other like ‘have you cleaned the surfaces?’ ‘yes, have you bleached the loo?’ together ‘ all clean and ready for Joyce!’
The fact is that having never been here before the scratching the surface stuff we have been doing until gone 10pm tonight will not make one iota of difference to her opinion of the place, but it was a bloody good motivator to get the place licked into shape a bit, which is was very much in need of 🙂
Forgot to mention earlier (although I have recorded it in the pages stuff down the sides in my ‘when he was four’ roundup on Davies) that we had a chat about God and religion and stuff earlier in the car. Not sure where it came from but we were talking about who would die first. I said I hoped I would as it would be nicer to die of old age before my children. He got all sad and asked a bit about what happened next so I told him a bit about Heaven and a bit about reincarnation. I explained that I don’t believe in God and I am not really sure what I believe happens after we die but I am more inclined to think we might be reincarnated as I don’t think our bodies are what we are, more what’s inside and that I think that is our soul and can easily be inside a different body. We talked about people who think that they have lived many times in many bodies and had many lives. Scarlett who was sitting in the back of the car eating a bag of Quavers and seemingly paying no attention suddenly piped up with ‘when I was a little baby, I was inside your tummy Mummy’ which freaked me out slightly! Davies said that he thinks he might believe in God actually. I am pleased in that at least I have managed to achieve my aim of giving sufficient information to allow him to take all the information on offer and come to an independant decision but worry that he does see this as more of a children believe in Father Christmas and the Tooth Fairy and grown ups don’t type example – hey ho!
Really looking forward to tomorrow – Ady and Bob have been in the same place twice now (briefly at Melrose and then again at Kessingland) but actually failed to meet at either so it will be nice to get them together and force them to talk! And I can’t wait to have some time to chat with Joyce either. Weather is supposed to be lovely and we do like playing host and hostess 🙂
Nic! roflmao at your mascara stash…
Comment by jax — 16 July 2005 @ 1:51 am
I’m stuffed.
Comment by Roslyn — 16 July 2005 @ 11:41 am
Nic, you ought to invite me – I’m a lot less work!
Comment by Joanna — 16 July 2005 @ 3:42 pm
ROFLMAO, WHERE is it documented that Joyce has a nice bottom? Not that I’m saying she doesn’t but…the mind boggles or is it bloggles 🙂
Comment by Jenny — 16 July 2005 @ 5:28 pm
Yes that is a definate Blog history moment. I remeber it well 🙂
Comment by Roslyn — 16 July 2005 @ 10:18 pm