His Nibs made a special journey yesterday, he went and collected first born from Uni. The course was not right for her she wants to be more hands on, so having done her research she can go to night school in September and achieve a much more satisfying role for her, we are all so different how we learn. So footy boy has moved out of his room and into the caravan with rugby boy! He didn't complain so I am wondering if he thinks he has done a favour there is a good chance he may get a better prezzie in his birthday ummmm. But thinks are moving on plastering takes forever to dry and can only paint when plaster is dry! Only 10 weeks until our first holiday guests arrive, crikey and we are still living in the cottage double crikey.
We have just hatched 3 chicks and two more are cracking through their shells as we speak I love the hatching it never ceases to amaze me! Hopefully they are not all males.
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Monday, 23 February 2009
Births, Babies,Children, Adults.
There are sometimes in life when I just need to rant and today is one of those days, if I can just be allowed to get something off my chest and then I will continue with a normal post.
Thank-you, I shall begin.
My third child is a lovely, lovely boy. He will 15 on Sunday 1st March and no he is not called David, that just wouldn't be my/our style. He looks about 12, under fed and a boy you just want to hug. He is extremely popular, with adults, all ages of children and particularly the girls. He copes brilliantly with his lack of height by being very charming and I know he is my son but it works. He is also a fantastic footballer, he is a striker and for the past 4 years (apart from the spell when he had an ingrowing toenail removed) he has consistently scored between 40 and 50 girls per season. What he lacks in stature he certainly makes up on speed and agility. So, at the end of last season his manager was moving on in the world of football to help bring on the college students through Cornwall. My boy was approached by another team to go and play for them but he turned them down as he wanted to stay with a bigger club, he felt loyal he said. So he was picked up by a manager of another existing team within his club and age group. He never misses a training session and constantly at home practises his tricks and skills. Managers son is also a striker, according to others not a very good one, so my boy scores consistently in training, my boy plays in first few games and settles in to scoring hat tricks and more, my boy has become an obvious threat to managers son, just by having skill and natural ability. Some of us, believe me I am slways the first to blame my kids rather than their friends, are able to rise above this and recognise talent but not this guy my son has for the last 6 games been allowed onto the pitch for 8 minutes, if he is lucky I sobbed for my son on the way home yesterday, not sad just frustration. So my son has approached old manager to see if he knows of any clubs needing a striker, the funny thing is that he got the old managers contacts from his son who is in the same year at school and played together last year, showing that even another footballer recognises my sons talent. He even said he would happily play for a lesser side and help get them up the league table! As a quote often used in this family " what could be better than playing for Manchester United?" " Why playing for Manchester City of course!" - from the film Jimmy Grimble , well worth watching!
Quite a long post for me but for anyone who reads this I am sure you will have come across this behaviour at some point in your life.
Thank-you, I shall begin.
My third child is a lovely, lovely boy. He will 15 on Sunday 1st March and no he is not called David, that just wouldn't be my/our style. He looks about 12, under fed and a boy you just want to hug. He is extremely popular, with adults, all ages of children and particularly the girls. He copes brilliantly with his lack of height by being very charming and I know he is my son but it works. He is also a fantastic footballer, he is a striker and for the past 4 years (apart from the spell when he had an ingrowing toenail removed) he has consistently scored between 40 and 50 girls per season. What he lacks in stature he certainly makes up on speed and agility. So, at the end of last season his manager was moving on in the world of football to help bring on the college students through Cornwall. My boy was approached by another team to go and play for them but he turned them down as he wanted to stay with a bigger club, he felt loyal he said. So he was picked up by a manager of another existing team within his club and age group. He never misses a training session and constantly at home practises his tricks and skills. Managers son is also a striker, according to others not a very good one, so my boy scores consistently in training, my boy plays in first few games and settles in to scoring hat tricks and more, my boy has become an obvious threat to managers son, just by having skill and natural ability. Some of us, believe me I am slways the first to blame my kids rather than their friends, are able to rise above this and recognise talent but not this guy my son has for the last 6 games been allowed onto the pitch for 8 minutes, if he is lucky I sobbed for my son on the way home yesterday, not sad just frustration. So my son has approached old manager to see if he knows of any clubs needing a striker, the funny thing is that he got the old managers contacts from his son who is in the same year at school and played together last year, showing that even another footballer recognises my sons talent. He even said he would happily play for a lesser side and help get them up the league table! As a quote often used in this family " what could be better than playing for Manchester United?" " Why playing for Manchester City of course!" - from the film Jimmy Grimble , well worth watching!
Quite a long post for me but for anyone who reads this I am sure you will have come across this behaviour at some point in your life.
Thursday, 19 February 2009
It should have been Friday 13th!
All was going well, we have had a visit from the local constanbulary who have suggested where we should place our eggs for sale so they are secure. They were really nice guys who I think wanted a little trip out.
The house is coming along great, windows are in and being stained as I write the tiling is almost finished the biggest remaining job is still plastering, it really is like the forth bridge. His nibs and his opo decided a bit of landscaping was needed so off they go with the digger leaving loads of mess and rubble, carrying on with my business off to the laundry room to check my emails (only place I can get an internet connection) next minute feet from under me thud! Bloodied knee bruised bum and shoulder and all they could do was laugh - so after I had a). stopped crying, b) stopped swearing I composed myself and carried on with my business. Needless to say the pair kept a very low profile for a while. So one of the joiners decided he would stand on a piece of wood which was lying against wall at an angle - next minute it leapt off the wall and hit on the eyebrow, so if that wasn't enough painter moved his stepladder got back on it but didn't check where the feet of the ladder were - one foot had fallen into the gap between the planks on scaffolding, sooooo 3 cracked ribs later, not sure when he will be back. They (whoever they are) says it comes in three's!
The house is coming along great, windows are in and being stained as I write the tiling is almost finished the biggest remaining job is still plastering, it really is like the forth bridge. His nibs and his opo decided a bit of landscaping was needed so off they go with the digger leaving loads of mess and rubble, carrying on with my business off to the laundry room to check my emails (only place I can get an internet connection) next minute feet from under me thud! Bloodied knee bruised bum and shoulder and all they could do was laugh - so after I had a). stopped crying, b) stopped swearing I composed myself and carried on with my business. Needless to say the pair kept a very low profile for a while. So one of the joiners decided he would stand on a piece of wood which was lying against wall at an angle - next minute it leapt off the wall and hit on the eyebrow, so if that wasn't enough painter moved his stepladder got back on it but didn't check where the feet of the ladder were - one foot had fallen into the gap between the planks on scaffolding, sooooo 3 cracked ribs later, not sure when he will be back. They (whoever they are) says it comes in three's!
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Eggciting!
Well a catchy title for my post that I bet has never been thought of before ha,ha. The egg bit is all down to the fact that last week between the daylight hours of 11.30am and 1.30pm someone stole our egg box. This was actually a large'really useful box' - sold in staples and the like,it contained about 4 dozen newly laid eggs a money tin (meant to be an honesty box) and the cardboard egg boxes. This is not an opportunist thief, this is someone who has done the rounds and sussed out what is available for the taking. The box sits in a pull along green garden trolley just to make it easy to pull along and lock away at night. The annoying thing is that there were at least 7 builders on site, there is a constant stream of delivery vehicles at all times of the day. It couldn't be anyone in an ordinary car because the box would be too big, it must be an estate car or van etc. Anyway really, really angry so told local police they didn't laugh but took the whole thing seriously, the stupid thing is the box cost more than the contents! So we are moving the eggs further down the drive at least we can see what happening and who is around.
So and on to the snow, that is the citing bit of the title. Yes at last we have had snow in Cornwall so much so that the High School is closed, we had a text this morning to say so, I looked out of the caravan curtains and could understand why, a lovely winter wonderland. Great to see the kids faces and suddenly age doesn't matter the youngest daughter playing in the snow with her two brothers as if they were all under 10 - a lovely sight, great until the tears came, which happened when they sent snowballs her way I could see it from her point of view, she had straightened her hair for college this morning - did I tell you she will be 18 in June?
When we told her college was shut she cried - she is dyslexic, mildly but boy is she a creature of habit. She has to know the order of events every day of her life from getting up in the moring until bed time and if that routine changes for any reason god help the bearer of the news of the change ie his nibs said this morning, could you go and tell the Rottwieller that college is closed, so guess who got it in the neck, yup. The lovely Cornish man which works with us to bring our dream together turned up for work, in the truck, he only lives in the village but it was a dangerous journey, some would say foolish for trying but he couldn't stay at home I have never known a person so committed to work, then the chief builder arrived from the same village bringing in the chippy also the from the same village. So our man is working in the house to help with the plasterboarding! All hands on deck, last night the fitted furniture surveyor arrived 4 hours late and even with temporary lights couldn't survey all the house in the remaining light, so he drove off in a blizzard to find a bed for the night nearby. He said he would be back this morning which he was quite late, but lorries had skidded along the main road, cars were all over the place, so he took his time in his van and got here in one piece. As I sit in the laundry room looking out, the sun is shining and the snow is starting to melt, there is some more forecast but we shall have to wait and see, the danger is if it hasn't all melted it truly will be 'dancing on ice'.
The good news is that according to local radio February will be the month that people start looking at booking their summer holidays, so although we are beginning to get some cottage bookings, we could do with a few more, so fingers crossed, the caravan site is now in the new caravan club directory and we have had a lot of enquiries so much so that I turned someone away for an August booking! Hopefully with hubby getting us linked to different web site addresses folks will find out about us. In a way I don't want to be too busy the first year, last year it was just the 5 caravans, I thought people would be self sufficient, but it seems quite a lot of folk like to chat and of course check if they are allowed to walk around and see the animals which is fair enough, just as long as they are not stealing the eggs. Of which I will go and clean out their laying boxes. I might try to add some photos, you would think I would have got the hang of it by now!
So and on to the snow, that is the citing bit of the title. Yes at last we have had snow in Cornwall so much so that the High School is closed, we had a text this morning to say so, I looked out of the caravan curtains and could understand why, a lovely winter wonderland. Great to see the kids faces and suddenly age doesn't matter the youngest daughter playing in the snow with her two brothers as if they were all under 10 - a lovely sight, great until the tears came, which happened when they sent snowballs her way I could see it from her point of view, she had straightened her hair for college this morning - did I tell you she will be 18 in June?
When we told her college was shut she cried - she is dyslexic, mildly but boy is she a creature of habit. She has to know the order of events every day of her life from getting up in the moring until bed time and if that routine changes for any reason god help the bearer of the news of the change ie his nibs said this morning, could you go and tell the Rottwieller that college is closed, so guess who got it in the neck, yup. The lovely Cornish man which works with us to bring our dream together turned up for work, in the truck, he only lives in the village but it was a dangerous journey, some would say foolish for trying but he couldn't stay at home I have never known a person so committed to work, then the chief builder arrived from the same village bringing in the chippy also the from the same village. So our man is working in the house to help with the plasterboarding! All hands on deck, last night the fitted furniture surveyor arrived 4 hours late and even with temporary lights couldn't survey all the house in the remaining light, so he drove off in a blizzard to find a bed for the night nearby. He said he would be back this morning which he was quite late, but lorries had skidded along the main road, cars were all over the place, so he took his time in his van and got here in one piece. As I sit in the laundry room looking out, the sun is shining and the snow is starting to melt, there is some more forecast but we shall have to wait and see, the danger is if it hasn't all melted it truly will be 'dancing on ice'.
The good news is that according to local radio February will be the month that people start looking at booking their summer holidays, so although we are beginning to get some cottage bookings, we could do with a few more, so fingers crossed, the caravan site is now in the new caravan club directory and we have had a lot of enquiries so much so that I turned someone away for an August booking! Hopefully with hubby getting us linked to different web site addresses folks will find out about us. In a way I don't want to be too busy the first year, last year it was just the 5 caravans, I thought people would be self sufficient, but it seems quite a lot of folk like to chat and of course check if they are allowed to walk around and see the animals which is fair enough, just as long as they are not stealing the eggs. Of which I will go and clean out their laying boxes. I might try to add some photos, you would think I would have got the hang of it by now!
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