Skip to main content

Feed me...

Yesterday was the last day of freedom for Mrs B (she of the fancy waffle maker) as Saturday sees the grand opening of her café.  As she was busy making waffles with the husband and his business partner this afternoon (they were her guinea pigs - actually, having heard how many they ate, I think we can drop the 'guinea') I offered to do some running around for her to give her more time to prepare for today. 

This involved collecting and dropping off her two boys, Master J and Master O at various activities, something I haven't done for many years as all our offspring have their own transport now.  First job was to take Master O off to his drumming lesson.  Calling for him this afternoon, the front door was opened by aforementioned boy, sporting a fine set of whiskers and some sheet music. 

'Why the whiskers?' I asked

'I'm a meerkat'.

Apparently, that was enough explanation, but further interrogation revealed that a girl was responsible for this, which is probably why he hadn't washed it off. We drove to the drumming lesson, and I dropped the meerkat off at a very un-drummer-teacher looking house.  They had a Maple Tree and a Buddha in the drive for goodness sake.  Not very rock 'n' roll...

It was then off to the local comprehensive to pick up Master J.  Having parked up, I scanned the faces of the exited children looking for the one I was supposed to collect.  What I wasn't expecting was a 5'10" lemur (it was a onesie I think) to get into my car hauling a rucksack behind him.

Conversation went like this...

'How was Band Practice?'

'It wasn't Band Practice.  I'm in a play'

'Oh, what are you doing?'

'The Little Shop of Horrors.  I'm Audrey Two......'

Now I have seen this film.  Several times.  But never once did I see a 6' lemur play the part of a man-eating plant.  Apparently there are twelve boys playing the plant.  I am wondering whether they are confusing Audrey Two with the beanstalk of 'Jack' fame.

So the lemur and I head back to pick the meerkat up from his drumming lesson, with a promise of a McDonalds on the way home. 

Pulling up in the car park with my menagerie on board, the lemur suggested a drive through.  I was extremely relieved, as I had minor concerns about trying to get into the restaurant with the two of them.

I would have had to leave them tied up outside with a bowl of water...

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

I can't stand the rain...

The bloody rain's back then...
I suppose that this is a blessing of some sorts as it means that my hosepipe will get a well earned weekend off, and the flowers won't be looking at me through the kitchen window, wondering whether there will be any chance of me getting off my derriere and giving them a drink sometime before the next millennium.  Talking of watering flowers, I haven't had any feedback from Mrs B next door as to the complete transformation of her front garden while she's been away.  I would imagine that after two glamorous weeks away, that she will have more than enough washing to do, and perhaps hasn't had the opportunity to do a full horticultural inspection as yet.
I finally got round to cleaning Charlie out yesterday afternoon. Armed with a bin liner and some sweet smelling multi surface cleaner, I gingerly opened the door.  Oh dear Lord....it is amazing just how much detritus eight adults can make over five and a half hours, and I soon realised that…

In da club...

Boy was I glad to see the end of this week.  What with the football, the weeping colleagues (just the male ones as the female variety were quite cock-a-hoop) and the incessant watering of myself as well as the allotment, my garden, and a neighbour's garden (a greenhouse, thirty tubs, four cacti, seven bowls of hedgehog water and a scoop of mealworms each day....in the hottest fortnight on record).  Throw into the mix some rather frustrating conversations with someone who shall go unnamed, I was very glad to leave Binland on Friday afternoon.
But there have been good things too.  And isn't that what life is about?  There's no point having good things if you don't have the bad to compare them to.
I spent a lovely two hours with the Mother on Thursday discussing plants, allotments and beetroot, and I'd like to think that the highlight of her afternoon was digging up a couple to take home for her dinner that night. Or maybe it was the contraband tomato I smuggled out …

Calendar girl...

Whatever possessed me to book three separate appointments with three different doctors in one afternoon is anyone's guess.  You see, in my mind everything runs like clockwork, so allowing fifteen minutes or so between appointments was a perfectly acceptable thing to do. The problem was that all three appointments were directed at three very different parts of my body.  On my calendar, I had simply written:
Doctor 3.45 Doctor 4.15 Doctor 4.30
Had I made any notes as to which doctor was checking which bit of me?  Don't be silly.  So sitting in front of the first doctor, she asked me the $64,000 question.  'So how have you been?'
'Well the itching seems to have improved', I said helpfully.  Small pause as she checked her notes and then..
'That's great news, but I was hoping you'd have some feedback about the new inhaler'.  
So it appeared that this one was for the asthma review - I had been given a new inhaler to try out and a decision was to be made whet…