Photos above - MC with the girls (yes she is a dwarf) - and Philips with Becca - troughing as normal - Becca that is ...
Well it seems a life time ago that I was just about to swear at the misses for continually phoning me whilst I was at work (although my mobile is set on "stun", it is still potentially a "donutable offence" for your phone to go of in the Control Room). When I finally got out to the back office to answer a call, I held back long enough to recognise the voice as being that of Marie-Clare (MC), who as far as I knew was still in California with Kev (Philips - named after the company he was working for at the time of initial interactions!). MC was spared my, "which bit of, "I'll phone you back when I get a chance" dont you understand" spiel and instead I went for the, "I'll be back as soon as I can as long as no-one pegs it in the next half hour or so" routine instead.
On arrival, the kids were happily playing with MC and Philips, the girls had (presumably) done sufficient non-stop chin wagging to placate themsleves by the time I arrived and it was great to catch up. In fairness they hadn't come over to see us (as if!) but had planned to come over for a wedding of one of Philip's friends, who in true style (having assured everyone it would be going ahead) had been kicked out of home and an engagement ring shoved where the sun doesn't shine. Just to add insult to injury, this "mate" had decided to go away to Spain or somewhere else hot in order to escape (not sure if it was to escape Philips or the devil woman). Who needs friends eh?
Well it seems a life time ago that I was just about to swear at the misses for continually phoning me whilst I was at work (although my mobile is set on "stun", it is still potentially a "donutable offence" for your phone to go of in the Control Room). When I finally got out to the back office to answer a call, I held back long enough to recognise the voice as being that of Marie-Clare (MC), who as far as I knew was still in California with Kev (Philips - named after the company he was working for at the time of initial interactions!). MC was spared my, "which bit of, "I'll phone you back when I get a chance" dont you understand" spiel and instead I went for the, "I'll be back as soon as I can as long as no-one pegs it in the next half hour or so" routine instead.
On arrival, the kids were happily playing with MC and Philips, the girls had (presumably) done sufficient non-stop chin wagging to placate themsleves by the time I arrived and it was great to catch up. In fairness they hadn't come over to see us (as if!) but had planned to come over for a wedding of one of Philip's friends, who in true style (having assured everyone it would be going ahead) had been kicked out of home and an engagement ring shoved where the sun doesn't shine. Just to add insult to injury, this "mate" had decided to go away to Spain or somewhere else hot in order to escape (not sure if it was to escape Philips or the devil woman). Who needs friends eh?
We managed to catch up with MC again before she left, thanks guys (is that American enough for you?) for coming to see us.
On Saturday just gone (14th July) we headed down to Plymouth to see my old mate Noel, (who continues to argue that the yobs down his end of things just don't like to be thrown around like they do in Dorset) his good lady Sarah and their ever growing son Teddy/Ted/Edward - depending on how much trouble he is in. Apart from Rebecca being a complete mare for all but the last 20 minutes of the trip (both ways)- and being an hour or so late setting off (no kidding Tamisa was involved!) it was a great day and a much needed catching up opportunity.
After a much needed tea and food opportunity (ies) we headed off to the National Marine Aquarium in the heart of Plymouth to see some bloody great fish in some bloody great tanks, followed by the all important ice cream (now an established part of Alanna's diet). Then back for a lads (and children I conceed) trip to the play park on the grounds that Becca needed some more sleep. after a swift return to get pizza and the kids sorted it was time to head home to the hazy sound of the radio and Becca's screams ... nice. Oh, by the way Noel, well done on getting through the Sergeants boards, I told you Devon and Cornwall could perform miracles.
We had been offered ... and considered an overnighter to allow for copious amounts of alcohol to be consumed (including champers for impending promotion/recent promotion), but boring old me decided to head home on the grounds that I had a TaeKwonDo grading on Sunday morning (yes I've taken it up again). Despite a lack of sleep due to several things, notably a decent film on the box for a change, I went and did my best, spending quite a while stretching my hamstrings to avoid any of them snapping again. It must have gone quite well as the head poncho called me back and said I could jump a few grades if I could do the patterns. I would have taken things more seriously if the instructor hadn't come out a few minutes prior, shouting about keeping the noise down as Master Bate wanted the gradings to be completed in silence ... funny how the child in you is always there when things get serious! My extra stretchy hamstrings are not behaving today and even complained when I tried to put my socks on ... they said I should wear shorter ones.
Anyway, thats about it for now ... I am on leave (again), looking forward to Tamisa doing a catch up on shifts, what to do with the kids on a wet July day?
Forgot to tell you the good news ... the six chickens are now living in harmony and a fifth egg appeared in the nest box this morning ... only one to go in the pot then!
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