The year began with the usual new year's resolutions to eat less decadent food (indeed less food in general) and get more active....
These noble ambitions were followed by the usual ignoble lapses when faced with genetically targeted temptations.
Even allowing for the genetic bias we wear on our waistline, home-made bread can be the most decadent of foods. You know the half panicked half regretful whump sound a hoover makes when it has inadvertently swallowed something larger than what it was designed for, for example a plum stone, a small ping pong ball or a teddy's cloth shoe? If you were to record that sound and play it back slowed down so that it lasted fifteen minutes (or say 5...) that would be the ambient backdrop accompanying the dispensing of this defenceless, barely cooled "24 hour bread" loaf. In our house we hoover down hot bread loaves is what I'm saying. Obviously vacuum cleaners don't salivate in expectation of over-indulgence, planned or otherwise. They don't smother these objects with butter in preparation. Hoovers don't chew or involuntarily emit satisfied mmmmms or corporeal grunts as they ingest. But aside from these trivial differences (and the lack of an audible whump sound) the end result is the same - the large formerly outside item has become a large inside item, sitting dishevelled in the bag wondering what just happened.
Speaking of what just happened, weekends in January were occupied with an unplanned car hunt due to a similarly unplanned write off of the bat mobile (back breaking edition). But we scored a comfortable and sturdy motor so it was worth the daily pitched battles with the insurance company, the hire car people and those shameless car salesmen who swear by the Lynx effect as a selling strategy.
We also celebrated a tenth birthday. This was the "Birthday of the Shelf" that quickly became the birthday of the dress and the trip to Paris. In anticipation of her birthday, D cleverly observed that as part of the celebrations for their 40th birthdays, both her parents had taken an extended city break. Her logic, which we couldn't argue with, was that while 10 is not generally considered a milestone birthday, 10 is a number which is technically a multiple of 10 and if we were to be fair about things that her tenth birthday celebrations should also include a city break. And she'd reeeeally love to see Paris. What could you possibly do with that information / willful emotional manipulation other than start pricing flights? There was also Pistachio cake from Dolce Sicily (more timestretched whumping noises).....
These noble ambitions were followed by the usual ignoble lapses when faced with genetically targeted temptations.
Even allowing for the genetic bias we wear on our waistline, home-made bread can be the most decadent of foods. You know the half panicked half regretful whump sound a hoover makes when it has inadvertently swallowed something larger than what it was designed for, for example a plum stone, a small ping pong ball or a teddy's cloth shoe? If you were to record that sound and play it back slowed down so that it lasted fifteen minutes (or say 5...) that would be the ambient backdrop accompanying the dispensing of this defenceless, barely cooled "24 hour bread" loaf. In our house we hoover down hot bread loaves is what I'm saying. Obviously vacuum cleaners don't salivate in expectation of over-indulgence, planned or otherwise. They don't smother these objects with butter in preparation. Hoovers don't chew or involuntarily emit satisfied mmmmms or corporeal grunts as they ingest. But aside from these trivial differences (and the lack of an audible whump sound) the end result is the same - the large formerly outside item has become a large inside item, sitting dishevelled in the bag wondering what just happened.
Speaking of what just happened, weekends in January were occupied with an unplanned car hunt due to a similarly unplanned write off of the bat mobile (back breaking edition). But we scored a comfortable and sturdy motor so it was worth the daily pitched battles with the insurance company, the hire car people and those shameless car salesmen who swear by the Lynx effect as a selling strategy.
We also celebrated a tenth birthday. This was the "Birthday of the Shelf" that quickly became the birthday of the dress and the trip to Paris. In anticipation of her birthday, D cleverly observed that as part of the celebrations for their 40th birthdays, both her parents had taken an extended city break. Her logic, which we couldn't argue with, was that while 10 is not generally considered a milestone birthday, 10 is a number which is technically a multiple of 10 and if we were to be fair about things that her tenth birthday celebrations should also include a city break. And she'd reeeeally love to see Paris. What could you possibly do with that information / willful emotional manipulation other than start pricing flights? There was also Pistachio cake from Dolce Sicily (more timestretched whumping noises).....
Bronte, chantily pistachio cream
..... And some much anticipated sushi.
Followed by a trip next door to the now defunct Walton's :(
The shelf
More hiking....
....And completely un-staged mountaineering drama
Then the snow came
and out came the retro head gear
Amateur face painting
A private viewing of the Unfunny Bunny
Sugar Freckles
Easter fell on April 1st
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