Distraction…

Posted by dulwichmum on Mon 28 May 2007

I am working hard, I promise… But I just found this on the East Dulwich Forum!

When Dulwichmum had a book launch,
she had to work hard on her paunch (no offence, purely for the rhyme).
So she stopped eating cake,
for cake eating sake,
and stuck with the creamy blancmange.

Thanks to CitizenEd, Asset, TillieTrotter and Ant.

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 Dog Roast

Posted by dulwichmum on Sat 26 May 2007

Why, oh why, oh why did I let my mother in law convince me to allow her to take the munchkins away to Wales for a week? I shall never forgive myself. The poor babies will be scarred for life!

They looked as cute as two buttons in the back of Grandpa’s Range Rover, waving goodbye – DVD of Babe ready to play, tucking into raisins and banana chips. It seemed the perfect opportunity for me to finish off my book. James has gone to some European car race, no doubt he is probably being ousted from some bar or another without his trousers as I type. My darling husband is so predictable.

This evening at bed time when I called to say good night, the poppets were distressed and howling in the background. Grandma Elizabeth explained that one of her staff was having a wedding celebration in the grounds tonight, and that she had popped over with the darlings to say hello before bed time. Everything had been going well until the munchkins had become inconsolably distressed.

“Please put Max on the phone,” I begged. “Please. Please now Grandma Elizabeth” …

“They are eating dog, those dreadful Welsh people are eating dog!” cried Max.

“I beg your pardon sweetie?” I replied rather puzzled (but trying not to laugh).

“They are eating dog!” he shrieked again.

“Grandma Elizabeth, Max says they are eating dog over in the marquee,” – I eventually explained trying to maintain my composure.

She misheard me and merely barked; “Yes it is a hog roast,” but clearly she was not listening to Max or Freya and their distressed cries.

“They are eating dog, take us home to Dulwich, Welsh people eat dog!”

Then I heard a small sweet voice (Freya) say;

“No Max stop, grandma said ‘hog’. What is a hog Grandma?” she asked calmly, instantly consoled.

I immediately remembered the DVD they had been watching earlier in Grandpa’s car.

OHMYGOD!!!

“Goodnight then my lovelies” I chirped as I hung up.

By the children’s bed time I am always ready to get out the cork screw, it doesn’t actually matter where the children are…

I shall be hard at work for the next five days, finishing off my book. See you all soon!

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