Thursday, 19 June 2014

Sneaky Sweets

Our local greengrocer also sells old fashioned sweets by the quarter at a very reasonable 70p, so sometimes Izzy takes her pocket money and buys some.

On Saturday I told her that we needed to go to the greengrocers so she needed to hurry up and get dressed.

A few mintues later she appeared wearing her City shirt.

"Odd", I thought, "City aren't playing today"

and we set off.

When we got to the greengrocer's I realised that the owner is a City fan himself, and what did he say when weighing out Izzy's sweets?

"While you're a City fan, you can have a few extra"

and added a few more to the scales free of charge.

She's all there with her cough drops my daughter!

Friday, 13 June 2014

Cake Catastrophe

Tomorrow is my mum's 65th birthday.

My dad decided that we would have a family barbecue to celebrate.

I offered to make a cake, but dad said he would order a professional one because I'm so busy.

 So three weeks ago he ordered one.

On Monday of this week the cake lady still hadn't got back to him with any designs.

On Tuesday she still hadn't.

At this point my dad was really worried there would be no cake.

"Just leave a message cancelling the cake, dad", I said, "and I'll make one."

So dad cancelled the cake.

Not only that, he then went to a sugarcraft shop and bought what he thought I needed.............

................ to create the orginal cake he wanted.

I was just going to do a white cake with butterflies and flowers.

Oh no, my dad wants an atlas cake surrounded by edible pictures of places mum has been to.

A cake that a professional cake maker could make.

Not a working mum.

Oh, and it has to be big enough to feed 50 people.

He dropped the stuff at my house, along with butter, sugar and eggs and left me to it.


So I snuck out of work yesterday to go to my favourite sugarcraft shop to buy what I really needed and to get some much needed advice from the owner.

So, after six hours over three evenings, this is what I've done:

 He'd better be impressed!

Sunday, 1 June 2014

Competitive Dad

Whilst at Centre Parcs we played some family games like Ludo, Cards, Mini Golf and Ten Pin Bowling.  As usual hubby played agressively and won all the time. 

He always wins.  

Every time.

(As an aside, I don't have a competitive bone in my body when it comes to sports or games.  I just don't care.  We had to stop playing badminton together years ago after hubby started to smash the shuttlecock at my body in frustration when I didn't care if I hit it back.  I kid you not.)

So, when we had played our first game of Bowling (and he had won) I said to him, "Let Izzy win the next one"

"Why?" he asked, incredulously.

"Because you always win.  It doesn't bother me, but for her it's very demoralising.  She always loses. She's only 10, let her win for once."

So he picked up his ball, bowled and picked off one pin on the left hand side.


Then he picked up his second ball and ..............

............ smashed the other nine.


Izzy got up to bowl in a deep depression.

Hubby sat down next to me.

"What happened?" I asked, "I thought you were going to let her win".

"I couldn't, " he said, "I just couldn't.  My competitve gene kicked in."

Good grief!