Building a wendy house

I don't know what's so complicated about house-building you know. MeWife and me built a wendy house for the children at the weekend. The amenities aren't great, true, but in terms of square-footage it's got to be up there with a one-bedroom flat in Pimlico. Mind you, the day-glo green walls may not be to everyone's taste.

Unexpected downsides to the construction process have unfortunately included accidentally teaching TotOne the phrase "Oh Bugger!" (Well you try being all po-faced and not giggling when it gets repeated the next day in passing). And of course there isn't exactly an erase memory button for those sorts of things.

Un-teaching them these words has its own problems, in that you wind up reinforcing the issue (and then giggling a bit more). So in the best traditions of my family motto ('anything for a quiet life'), TotOne has been told she can use the term when she's a grown up. I'm sure that will work

Britain's Got Issues

Very silly show, this “Britain’s Got Talent”, but quite funny to watch. Sort of ‘Heat’ magazine’s answer to the Dunkirk Spirit in the face of a global recession.  Tonight’s episode seemed to be dominated by large wobbly middle-aged people either stripping dancing or singing.  Or judging in one or two instances. Ho ho…ahem.

 

Tot2’s third birthday this weekend, and notably the first birthday she has had where she understands it’s her day, her presents (Ninky Nonk play tent) and her cake (Peppa Pig). Cue cheesed off and very bossy Tot1 playing us all up something rotten, but a stack of play dough and last night’s episode of ‘Primeval’ went some way to averting sibling squabbles. Weather was quite poor so we spent the day indoors, but all in all it went OK.

 

Anyway, please note I can now blog by email, so expect a few more entries over the next few months, especially since I can email from my mobile for free now. Famous last words, I know, and I certainly won’t be able to keep up with Mi Chico Latino Peelo, but might make more than one entry a month.

 

Oh, and just ordered Top Gun on Blu-ray. This film has become something of a favourite in the office in the last few months, with various people either (a) competing for the various callsigns (I seem to keep coming up as Tom Skerritt, aka Viper), or (b) reeling off preposterously overly-serious dialogue from the film.  If people aren’t starting conversations with “Gentlemen” we are all writing cheques our bodies can’t cash.