The Peas and me
This is about me and my twins - "the Peas" - and what we get up to.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
He's on to a Winner!
I was flicking through one of my favourite reads the other day - the Somerfield magazine (free, and full of great recipes, mums!) - when I came upon a photo of the veteran film director Michael Winner esq, who had an "unusual" recipe for scrambled eggs, which involved mixing eggs and milk then cooking the mixture in a frying pan. Anyway, a voice over my shoulder piped up - for it was the voice of a small boy called Joe - "It's Grandad!" I must say I had never noticed the similarity before, and now I feel quite sick when I think about it.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Merry Christmas 2007
Not a great photo, I'm afraid. Joe's bottom lip came out shortly after the photo session started and refused to go back in, so we didn't have many photos to choose from.
Joe is on the right, Finn is on the left, and that shadowy figure in the centre is their long-suffering mother.
Happy Xmas everyone! xxx
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Remind me never to go anywhere hot in the summer ever again. Have just returned from Bulgaria, where the Peas and I travelled in a hired banger to the Black Sea resort of Varna. Having become spectacularly lost north of Veliko Turnovo - or Vehicle Turnover as Marcus calls it - due to inability to read road signs in Cyrillic, we eventually reached Varna, only to become even more lost, this time with added sweat and swearing. Oh How I Praise Ye, St Breezy of Air Conditioning and St Wine Miniature of Mini Bar! The Hotel Odessos, in downtown Varna and close to the beach, had both, and, with the addition of St Jetix of Kids Channels, the three of us survived four nights and an horrendous tummy bug that had me lying on the bed unable to move except to be sick. Most memorable moment of holiday? Peas clamouring at door of bathroom wherein I was heaving my guts out into the sink: "Can we see? Can we see?"
The Peas showed little interest in the sparkling, remarkably unpolluted Black Sea, preferring us to trek to the funfair in the city's Sea Garden, where they showed particular enthusiasm for anything that I had to pay for with cash rather than the prepaid card. After they'd discovered the shooting range, our hotel room quickly filled up with packs of cards, plastic guns, marbles and jigsaws-invaluable for the journey home.
So, we survived, and made it home to tell the tale. Next time though - if there is a next time - I'll eat the local yogurt.