Two Weeks . . .

The children have started attending Taekwondo on a Wednesday night. A leaflet came through the letter box about a month ago and they both jumped at the chance of going. Seemingly, the instructor guy thought that Jessica was better than David and that went down well!

Last night Jessica and I were cuddling. We were laughing and joking and when she became too boisterous I reined her in with a well aimed tickle.

"Watch out Mummy, I know Taekwondo you know!!"

"Jessica, you have been to TWO WEEKS of Taekwondo!" I said with another tickle. 

"Yes, I know! And that is TWO WEEKS MORE THAN YOU HAVE BEEN."

Siiiigh. She may have a point. 

Whiiiiine . . .

This isn't fair! I am now well into my second cold of the year. I feel horrible. I have aches and pains and sniffs and sneezes. And because I don't have a proper job (with sick pay etc) I still have to go into work. 

Sigh.

/whine

Blink Blink . . .

I had to go to Belfast today. Driving along the Motorway there was a Gantry sign saying SIGHTTEST with weird letters underneath, like VGHS and FDSR - nothing that made any sense. 

Just in case they were doing some kind of bizarre check up on drivers' eyesight I tried to memorise the letters.

Then came a second one not long after. More letters. More memorising.

On the way out of town I realised it said SIGNTEST not SIGHTTEST. 

You FOOL Susan. 

Sigh. 

Hot on the heels of how cold it was here a while back, here is a photo to prove how warm it is now.

Yea, we think there is water getting into the car electrics. There are only 185,000 miles on it. We are hoping it won't sizzle out any time soon. 

OK I Give Up. . .

Jessica arrived home last night with a Fireside Quiz. Have I ever told you that I hate these things? I hate anything that makes a fool out of me and I simply am crap at them!

After sitting as a family for ages and ages we managed to find all the answers bar one. Ok, I may have cheated a little with Google!) So it is over to you now - I am SURE you will know this.

The title is: Song Titles With Colours In Them

The clue is: U.A.V.M. 

Any ideas? 

Smarter Than The Average Bear . . .

A couple of weeks ago I bought a new muffin tray for baking muffins in. It wasn't advertised as a muffin tray. It was some kind of foreign bread thing but it looked mighty like a muffin tray to me and the first time Jessica and I made muffins and used it they turned out really well. 

On Saturday I had the idea of using one of those ready mixes for chocolate fudge cake tand dividing the mixture into this tray, making four individual cakes rather than one large one. The mix was only £1.70-something so if it didn't turn out there wasn't much lost. 

Jessica watched me start this up, but she wasn't really paying attention to getting ready for her 3pm pick-up for a birthday party at the ice-skating rink. 

They came out ok. But when I tried to take them out of the tin, they kinda broke apart and they never made it as far as getting iced. David had one, I had two halves (ie one) and then Iain polished off the third one. Jessica's one was put aside for her return much later. So much later in fact that the bun had been put soooo away that she didn't see it. 

I kinda ate it the next day with my coffee, with a "what she doesn't know won't harm her" theory. This is a saying I have heard Jessica say in the past, by the way. 

Last night, Jessica came running into the kitchen, all excited. "Ohhhh, remember on Saturday you were making buns? What happened to them?" 

"Errrr. they didn't really work out very well, to be honest." 

"Huh huh." She raised an eyebrow at me. "What you really mean is that YOU ate them all!" 

Dude! Call a spade a spade, why don't you!