September 2011

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No Bare Breasts At The Dinner Table

Wolf today, during lunch:

'Mum, can I see your breasts?'

Mrs.B, slightly stunned: 'Excuse me?'

'Can I see your breasts?' Wolf repeats, while I nod vigorously in support. I feel it's important to support my son in his inquisitive nature.

'No I won't show you my breasts. There are no breasts to be shown at the dinner table!'

'But why not?' he asks.

'Yes, why not?', I add in support. I get a vicious look from the other side of the table. Clearly, Mrs.B does not have the same ideas about support our son's inquisitive nature as I do.

'No breasts at the dinner table', says Mrs.B in a stern voice. She make it sound final, but I see an opening here. Maybe naked breasts at the coffee table are still open for debate.

Etienne

Well Done

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I spent the day on the roof of the annex again. It wasn't raining - probably for the fifth time this summer - so I got my gear together, scrambled up and forced everything through the teeny-weeny window that gives access to the roof. Getting up there is like finding your way through the birth canal all over again.

I'm building a new roof over the old one, because the old one is not as much a flat roof as it is a landscape with lovely dales and rolling hills. Unfortunately, the babbling brooks that descend from these hills stream in the wrong direction, right towards the house instead of to the rain pipe, which is convienantly located at the highest hill of them all.

So I spent the day laying out the foundation for the new roof, which I'm happy to say will now be sloping down away from the house towards the point where the rain pipe will connect. The revolution starts here!

That revolution also started with a serious bit of forced labour, because I had to lower heavy bags with pebbles that were on the old roof to the garden. I used a rope and balanced on the edge on the roof in the only corner where I had free access to the ground, the rest being surrounded by the ground level roof of the 'veranda' and the terrace. Good thing the neighbours are used to this sight, or they might call the police and fire brigade. 'The man next door is going to jump!'

Once these two metric tonnes of pebbles were out of the way, things were easy peasy. Unfortunately, the sun was desperately trying to make up for its long absence during these past few weeks. So by mid-afternoon, my brain was steaming in its own juices - despite the fact that I wore a cap. The roofing was also becoming sticky from the heat. So all in all, much fun was had by yours truly. By the end of the afternoon, the headache that I'd woken up with was back with a vengeance.

Then I was summoned to come down for dinner by Mrs.B, who was clearly very cross because she had to spend all day in the garden playing with the kids and feeding them biscuits and fruit and cool drinks - you know how hard summer afternoons can be - while I was having fun on the roof. But you know me, I'm not the one to keep all this pleasure for myself. So next weekend, she can do the roof.

One

One yearOne year

Happy birthday little guy. Daddy loves you very much. I hope you will always remain the happy boy you are now. I hope you will grow up to be a fine little boy like your big brother.

And I hope you'll sleep all through the night from now on. Otherwise you may find yourself celebrating your second birthday in the nearest foster home. That's not a threat, you see, just some friendly fatherly advice.

Big raspberry kisses

The Boy With His Finger In The Dyke

I know, I know. This blog hasn't exactly been a busy buzzing and whirling of interesting anecdotes and stories lately. That's because I had to spend all my time in stomping the verbose crap and filthy links out of the comments section. I've been spending all my time on training the spam filter to make the distinction between friends with good humour and @#!%§ fully automated drivel spewing vomit volcanoes who assume that I need powders and pills to get a stiffy. I do not need such chemical assistance, thank you very much - quite the contrary I would say. Through the power of day-dreaming and association, I can go from any innocent object or idea to a philosophical reflection on massive bossoms jumping up and down in a wobbly sort of fashion in under two seconds. So get lost with your crap and don't come back for the next fourty years or so!