Trouble

The fact that Cat thought the flower bed could be his new loo was bad news. But not as bad news as the slugs and snails. Of the 18 sunflowers planted out only 12 are still standing. This is war. No more Mrs nice Yoastie. This year there will be no beer for the slugs to slowly and merrily drown in. This year it is slug pellets.

Garden

They have spent long enough in the greenhouse. It is time to let them out in the wild.
This is what the flower/vegetable patch looks like all freshly dug and planted.




This is what I hope it will look like.


This will probably not happen as someone really likes the fact that we loosened the soil for him.

Daily Bread

We have a breadmaker and bake our bread fresh every day. Sometimes white, mostly brown and sometimes with raisins, nuts and honey. When my father and Mr Y. have a fish eating day (my mother and I loath fish, so father and hubby sometimes gang up and buy fish anyway) I make rye bread for them. I have recently found a good maize flour at the local health food shop, now corn bread is also possible.

My mother always baked her own bread - without breadmaker- and I always loved the bread she made. I therefore assumed the young Yoasties felt the same. However recently CS asked whether we could have nice bread "like they have at T's house". Bemused I asked T's mother what kind of bread CS had had when she was over for lunch. "Oh just normal sliced white bread." "From the baker?" "No, Hovis. It's in the brown bag, second aisle at Tesco."

Schools part 6

We got a letter from CS's school. There will be three open days on Thursdays in June. Slight snag they are at the same time as the girls' swimming lessons. I have managed to change the swimming lessons to Tuesdays. This will be a rush as I need to pick up the girls, get them changed and into the pool in 15 minutes. Never going to work but hey.

Included with the letter was a "pupil enrollment form". Standard questions like date of birth, address and parental details. One of the last questions was whether the child speaks another language at home and if the parents need a translator. I was so close to putting yes. Part of me thinks it would have been great to meet the local Dutch translator but the good part of me thought that was just a silly prank. There is always child number 2 ...

Text Twril

Hello, my name is Mrs Y. and I am addicted to text twirl.

A while ago now I joined Facebook. I thought what harm can it do? Chat to some old school friends, ex work colleagues. No harm in that. It is not like I'll be doing the "poking" thing - that is just childish or cyber slapping etc - total nonsense.

It started with scrabulous. You know, slowly playing with other friends. But this wasn't enough. Friend A. is a pilot and scrabulous wasn't fast paced enough for her. She convinced me to add text twirl and give it a go. I did (hangs head in shame). I am too slow at typing, so I got Mr Y. to type for me while I called out the words. I know I shouldn't have done it... but now I can't stop.

I am afraid to say it but I think I may be a nerd. Admitting it to yourself is the first step. I will try harder to resist.

Swings

When our neighbours moved back to Australia we inherited their swing (swing 1.1). This was fine except that the girls kept fighting over who's go it was. I spent at lot of last few months in the garden as peacekeeping force with the trustee egg timer to make sure both had the same length go.

I am not going to have to do this anymore. We now have swing 2.2.

Dress 2

I have finally managed to sew the ribbon onto her dress. It wasn't easy. It has been in the washing machine twice before it was officially finished. But here it is.

I won't stay clean for long though.