Yesterday we spent the morning at one of Emily's friends houses. And what a beautiful house it is. I can totally understand how her mum feels completely at home now in Switzerland having left the UK four years ago. Detatched and with a wonderful lake view and surrounded by lots of green, it had so much warmth. Emily and her friend headed upstairs to play with the mound of toys and I kept Patrik entertained downstairs which meant it took me the best part of two hours to finish my coffee. Not sure if any other mums are as used to cold coffee and tea as I am.
After about an hour I asked where their youngest was. So quiet, the little thing was sleeping in bed upstairs. Wow. And there was Patrik prodding, poking, pulling out drawers, looking in cupboards and best of all, emptying the contents of my bag.
It was my bag that was the cause of much embarrassment after we'd left and headed home via the little deli which just happened to be opened today. That was after the two girls ran off hand in hand toward the end of the road.
So there we were, Emily and I, in the deli with Emily doing her usual 'I want it, I want it' or rather 'I need it, I need it' and Patrik in the pram outside leaning out screaming 'halo, halo, mumma, mumma' and in the small space just us and three men in their lunch break. Then I take my purse out of my bag and with it flew a little girly 'Lillet' which couldn't have flung itself any further toward everyone's eyesight. To think that not one of the men picked it up and handed it back. But rather red, I dashed down and grabbed it before Emily could ask any questions.
So on the way home as Emily was getting hungry and was already suffering post-playing with friend syndrome, I had to entertain her with the question of broccoli and peas, or pasta and cheese. We had the latter and very nice indeed.
Dinner last night was part courtesy of spoonfed suppers and part a concoction that I recalled from a Rick Stein seafood course that I didn't attend but one that somebody else I knew did. I just benefitted! We had haddock fish cakes and a salsa of cubed avacado, cubed mango, the juice of half a lime, one deseeded chilli finely sliced, coriander and a tiny bit of pepper. Delicious and a rather decent 7/10 and with a little more fish in the fish cakes ... who knows ...
Today was nursery and the incentive of Emily seeing her friend again, and the focus of her getting those Waybaloo stickers on Saturday and she got dressed quickly. Saying that she'd woken early and I could hear her calling me 'Mummy, come here, come here'. No chance. Otherwise, Patrik woke at precisely 6.10. I cannot understand where he gets his energy although probably from the enormous amount of food that he eats. The night before last he was awake for an hour and a half. Last night he woke at just before 1am and screamed really loudly. I've started to do the ten minute rule (basically do not go in to room unless really necessary) and anyhow he stopped and promptly fell asleep. However snoring and me just waiting for Patrik to wake up again, coupled with the fact I'd been woken from a great dream and what felt like a really deep sleep and I could not settle. I didn't fall asleep until at least 3am.
Today was study. Editing at Kolli Beck, typing up my changes upon return. This afternoon was the second German lesson ... I'm on to remembering basic things like: Katze, Hund, Bleistift with the latter being the hardest for me to pronounce. That and Zeitschrift and Flugzeug and basically anything that sounds like that (pretty much everything). So now I can say Das ist unter das Buch ... anyhow, the teacher thinks I'm doing really well. Considering my complete lack of brain cells right now and the fact my brain was feeling guilty for not doing my other study and yes, I think I am doing quite well.
Off to pick up the kids and the pram has another flat tyre. It looks like someone's stood on the wheel and bottom line I had to push the thing back (excuse for Emily to walk back ... or rather dawdle) and listen to the noise of the wheel scraping, Patrik doing his 'woop woop woop, yadda yadda yadda' and Emily 'waaaaaaaaahhhhhh I'm tired' Groan. So as soon as Johan came home Mrs DIY and thanks to Dad for sending over the bicycle repair kit ... who'd have thought it ... YOU WERE RIGHT .... I was fixing the tyres.
So there you go ... tyres fixed. Perfect. At least for now.
Phil & Ted prams are brilliant. They are rather like transformers ... robots in disguise (can't help saying that without singing along at the same time). They can see you through from baby to baby and bigger baby and then baby and toddler and then big baby and toddler. Once the putting down and putting back up again has been mastered (takes a little time) it is really easy and they don't take up too much space, certainly less than one of those expensive overpriced Porsche for a pram Bugaboos (why not have one because everyone else has got one pram). The Phil & Teds is reasonably priced and their website and after sales service is fantastic ... HOWEVER ... the downside is ... their tyres. They are a pain in the butt. However I would still recommend these prams and would like to thank the likes of Antonella and Sarka for introducing me to them.
Now back to the work ...
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