Monday, May 30, 2011

Final Listography

Nah not really. Reluctant Housedad is hosting this week and his theme, inspired by the 'Mayan Apocolypse that wasn't', is 'Finals'.

I thought I'd get in trouble of I didn't join in, so here goes:


Final Song
Cat Power's The Greatest. Listen to it. Now.

Final Destination
A year-long trip around Italy in a supersized VW Combi.


Final Dinner
So hard. I do love my food. However I have settled on:
Starter - A big bowl of steamed mussels cooked to perfection in a garlicky creamy white wine sauce and served with a crusty bread roll for mopping up the juices. Waiter - more Champagne!
Main Course - Homemade Italian ravioli filled with spinach and ricotta served in a sage butter with fresh Parmesan and cracked black pepper. Bertani Amorone 1975 to drink. Grazie Mille!
Dessert: Creme brulee with a side of pistachio ice cream (they don't really go together but how does one choose?)
Cheese Board: As recommended by the Chef.
Espresso.
Johnny Walker Blue Label.
La Fin.

Final Words
Oh my God I'm so stuffed.

Final Sight
My smiling adoring family below waving me off from below and my Dad reaching down for me.


Now that all doesn't sound so bad does it?

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Silent Sunday



Silent Sunday

Not so Silent Sunday

6.30am. 

'Mu-um. Can I have my breakfast now?'

'What? What time is it? Eugh. No you can't, it's too early'.

'How many minutes 'til I can have it?'

'Twenty'

'I can count to twenty'.

'Really.' Rolls over.

'Do you want me to count to twenty for you?'

'Not really'.

'1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20. Did you hear that?'

'Hmm?'

'Ok then I'll do it again. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,  6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20.'

Silence

'So can I have my breakfast now?'

Guess it's time to get up then.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Pimp My Listography

Last week we covered your Top 5 Albums by a Band. If you haven't read through some of them yet please do so immediately. There were some classics, some never heard ofs, some downright weird ones, lots of forgotten favourites and a couple of cheats!

This week Listography is being pimped out - there was loads of great suggestions for the theme and after much deliberation I've decided that it should go to the wonderful, go-and-sign-up-to-his-blog Reluctant Housedad who is asking you for your 5 Finals (don't worry - it's nothing sports related). So go over and check out his post and don't forget to join in.

Thanks again to anyone else who offered suggestions - I promise not to rob your ideas, but I may be back to you in the not to distant future so stay tuned.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Sunny spells and scattered showers


Shrouded in mist, the outlook's appalling.
Pressure is rising and temperature's falling.
Sunny spells and scattered showers
And still it rains for hours and hours.

This week I am reminded of that wonderful song by Mary Coughlan, My Land is too Green. 

I'm not being deep or symbolic or anything. It's just that it keep pissing down. Currently it's pouring at the back of the house and the sun is shining out the front. I know the whole April showers rhyme and all, but it's nearly June and this has been going on for far too long.

To add to my annoyance my husband is English. Yes I know that statement in itself is enough for some of you, but what I mean is that the weather is always better in England. A point he makes at least once a day and pretty much every time he turns on the TV.

On Football Focus:
'See? Sun is shining in Portsmouth again. They don't call it the Sunny South Coast for nothing'.

'Really darling, I haven't actually heard that before. Oh wait - that's actually what you've told me every week since we met in the 90's'.

On The Apprentice:
'Quick, quick! Pause that'*

'What? What happened?'

TV is paused on an aerial shot of London.

'Ah London. I love London. And look - the sun is shining there'.

Of course this weather issue also allows him to bring up every other reason why it would be great to live in England rather than Ireland. As soon as the great grey sky discussion takes place it opens the flood gates to the other issues - the prices, the negative equity, the lack of decent curry houses, the places to go, the choices available. The list is seemingly bottomless, and if it isn't we can easily just go back over the same old ground again.

Problem is there's a lot of it I can't argue with. 

But here we are - in my home town, in my home country, whilst he remains an Englishman abroad.

So I guess I will have to continue weathering the weather conversations whilst he simply weathers the weather. 


 *(He doesn't actually say that - there is no way I would be allowed to hold the remote if he was in the room). 





Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Quick Quick - Clickity Click

So this isn't my usual mindless nonsense type post. This one is important.

You know the way when you're sitting all comfy in your pjs with a glass of wine in one hand (if you're me) and a bar of chocolate in the other watching TV and one of those ads come on? You know the ones - the ones that show you pictures of ill and starving children that you can't bear to see and frankly find it even harder to deal with now that you've had kids yourself.

So maybe you switch over. Save yourself having the images run through your head when you kiss your own children good night. There's nothing you can really do to help anyway.

Well now you can. And it's just one easy click away (just not yet I haven't finished).

So here's the deal, as explained by the wonderful Josie from  Sleep is for the Weak:

Save the Children’s most ambitious campaign to date [is to] bring into focus the fact that 8 million children a year are still dying from preventable diseases such as pneumonia and diarrhoea.For the next few weeks the No Child Born to Die campaign  is shifting its focus on to vaccination programmes in developing countries and we need YOUR help to make some noise.
In June, David Cameron is hosting a hugely significant conference in London attended by world leaders. This meeting marks the chance to ensure the funding shortfall for vaccinations (4.7 billion) is met by all the donor countries – it might sound a lot but this easily achievable, even in the current economic climate. It just takes commitment from those in power and holds the potential to save the lives of millions of children.

Now if those same world leaders can save the bankers surely they can Save the Children too?
Save the Children are also sending three influencial bloggers to Mozambique to follow the journey of a vaccine form 'coldhouse' to child and report back on their experiences. 
The power of Social Media is strong and has worked before so let's use it. If you're reading this simply click this link to sign the petition and then pass the link on to as many friends as possible.

In order to carry on this blogging juggernaut I'm tagging 8 more bloggers to join in. Just follow these steps:
1) Get your child to either draw or craft a self-portrait of themselves now or in the future, perhaps imagining what they will look like or what they might do. Here's mine doing 'What I want to be when I grow up'.

The picture on the left is my daughter being a vet and the alien on the right is my boy being a scientist, apparently. When asked why he said - 'cause Alan is one and he cuts up cows brains. Nice. The 2 year old wants to be a lion.

2) Sign the Save the Children petition and share news of it with your friends.
3) Come back and join the linky on Josie’s Sleep is for the Weak blog or over at Red Ted Art.
4) Tag 8 bloggers to do the same.
Here's mine:

The Gallery - My Backyard


Now I'm not exactly sure, but this may have been taken back in 1971, before I was born and when my older brother was two or three.

But it's definitely taken in the backyard of our family home, the home where my mother still lives and where we all congregate on a weekly basis. The raspberry plants in the background were lovingly planted and cared for by my father along with strawberries, apples and any vegetable you care to mention.

My backyard was where we played hide and seek, tip the can, red rover, basketball, badminton, table tennis. It's the backyard of childhood and children.

Oh I remember now when this photo is from - it's actually my son and it was taken last week. The chubby curly look obviously runs in the family.


Sunday, May 22, 2011

Mumsnet - You don't know bloggers at all.

So it's Sunday night and I'm just sitting down to a nice relaxing evening with the papers. Less than two minutes later my plans are scuppered.

And no, for once it's not screaming kids.

As I turn the front page of the Sunday Times Review section I see this heading:

'No cakes, no pets - parenting made easy'.
Parents tormented by conflicting advice on how to raise their children should just try the commonsense Mumsnet approach'

Interesting, I think. Isn't that exactly the same as the Netmums Real Parenting Campaign that they launched in January? I'll just have a quick read.

By the time I'd got to the second column I didn't know whether to laugh out loud at them or climb up on my very high horse and ride straight to the nearest laptop. (In the end I did both).

Here's what they have to say:


'...we have too much access to all sorts of other people's prettified versions of their own parenting, too many books and blogs and tweets. It sometimes seems that what all these people and Sunday Supplements and catalogues are selling is the one truly good and wholesome way to bring up children'.


Excuse me? Hahahahaha.

Now where do I start?

Perhaps with the fact that this article was written in a Sunday Supplement, or perhaps with the fact that it is actually an excerpt from their new book? (Which of course is the latest in a long line of parenting advice books already published by Mumsnet.) Or maybe the fact that, strangely, websites don't actually get a mention in their 'not allowed to give advice' list. Oh and guess what? Mumsnet run a website. Shocked aren't you?

Or maybe I should just mention the fact that they have lately been calling for bloggers to join up with their website? Or the fact that they are of course on Twitter themselves?

Nope, I'm not going to mention any of that double standard crap.  I'm going to leave all that to one side and go for the thing that really bugged me about this piece, the bit where it says 'other people's prettified versions of their own parenting'. Because if there's one thing bloggers don't tend to do is pretend that everything is perfect when it's not. Bloggers aren't told what to write by anyone, they aren't answerable to a publisher, or to a defined word count, or to having the right pictures to go with their latest post. Many are anonymous, many are there for community support, some are there to heal, some are there through boredom, and most are just there to say 'you know what? I just had a shitty day, here's what happened', and hopefully to come out the other side laughing, or at least feeling slightly better about themselves. We are certainly NOT trying to show other mothers that we are perfect parents as is insinuated by their piece.

So Mumsnet - I have just one request for you. Please, please leave us out of your words of wisdom next time you put out a parenting book on why there's too many books on parenting ok?


What do you think? Have Mumsnet got it right and we should all just shut up and keep our opinions and experiences to ourselves?

Listography - Albums by a Band

A little while back Listography brought you 'Now That's What I Call Music' which asked you to list the first 5 albums you owned. Cue much embarrassment and plenty of red faces (and also possibly my favourite ever Listography entry - if you have two minutes to spare please do read it. Just don't forget to come back to me ok?).

Anyway, this week I thought I would give you all the chance to redeem yourselves and revel in your coolness by listing your 'Top 5 Albums by a Band'. Though I have my suspicions that one or two of your lists will be almost as bad as your original ones. Not naming any names though. And it certainly wouldn't be Him Up North or Reluctant Housedad.

So here we go - Kate Takes 5's Top 5 Albums by a Band (in chronological order from when I first heard them, naturally).

1. The Stone Roses.
1989

This was given to me by a friend, recorded onto a blank cassette, with the promise that it was a) brilliant and b) a pre-recorded version of the album that a friend of a friend was given that nobody else in the entire world had a copy of. Point one was completely and utterly true. Point two - I'm guessing not so much. I loved that album like no other and played it to death - literally. My pre-recorded heirloom died in my ghetto-blaster a few months later and I was forced to get the real shop bought version which I was slightly confused to find out was exactly the same as my own 'unique' version. Hmmm.
Years later when my husband and I met and moved in together we went through our amalgamated cd collections to get rid of the duplicates. When I saw my beloved Stone Roses Album on the top of that pile all I could think was - 'If we ever break up I'll kill him for this'.


2. . Pink Floyd. Dark Side of the Moon.
1991
My University album. Listened to in darkened smoke-filled rooms with lots of long haired types sitting on the floor and nodding their heads with eyes closed in concentration. Yeah man.
  
 3. Radiohead. The Bends.
1995
Actually I like all the Radiohead albums up to Kid A. Then it all just went a little weird and up their own arses.   It's easy to forget how great they were - if you haven't listened to this for awhile dig it out and pop it in the car. I know you all have a copy of it somewhere.


 4. The Libertines. Up The Bracket.
2002

*Sigh*. Ah Pete. Sent down at the weekend for 6 months for sliding down the slippery ski slope of white powder that ain't snow. So much wasted talent. Of course both Libertines albums are equally brilliant but I've chosen the first because that was when I first fell in love with them. Watching them perform 'Boys in the Band' on Jools Holland I knew it was the start of a beautiful relationship. Now Pete just needs to sort himself out and realise it too.


3. The White Stripes. Elephant.

2003

The White Stripes are\were a band that stopped you in your tracks as soon as you heard them. We were lucky enough to see them live a couple of times. The first time was at a small outdoor gig in Dublin when I lectured the young couple in front of us for arguing during their set. I'm surprised I didn't have a pint thrown at me. Or a fist. With true poetic justice my husband and I had a big argument on the way home and some poor bloke tried to step in to calm the situation. Oh dear.
The second time we saw them we brought our 6 month old baby to the gig in a moment of unparalleled bad parenting madness. She still has the wristband they gave her. Unfortunately no ear plugs though.


So there's mine. I'm sure I've missed a couple of blinders and will want to re-write it as soon as I've read some of yours, but that'll do for today.

So, if you've been here before you know what to do, if you haven't - just write your own 'Top 5 Albums by a Band' post on your own blog and then come back here and add your details to the linky below. Want to know more? Click the Listography Page at the top of my blog.

Anyone still there? Finally as an added bonus - next week I am pimping out Listography so if you fancy hosting it for a week just leave me a comment with what your theme would be, or if you don't want to host just vote for someone else's suggestion.

Looking forward to it!

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Friday, May 20, 2011

Facebook Friday!

For those of you who don't yet know, the amazing Ghostwriter Mummy runs a linky every Friday for those of us on Facebook.

If you want to hook up with other bloggers on Facebook or want to gain more 'likes' simply add your Facebook Page url to the linky on her site and then visit some of the other pages and show your support.

If you want to spread the word even more why not put a quick post like this on your blog so that your followers can see it too?

Looking forward to seeing you all on Facebook!


http://www.facebook.com/katetakes5

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Bad Mother Day

Today has been a Bad Mother Day.

I know we all have them so I don't feel too guilty about it. Well maybe just a little bit. Ok then quite a lot really.

It's been one of those days where my reactions have been more than a little over the top.

'Oh my God who helped themselves to a yogurt from the fridge? Right. That. is. IT!'

It started bad and it just got worse. Despite being up at 6am we were somehow late leaving for the school run.
'Just get your shoes on and get into the bloody car!'
'Oh hello Mary from next door, yes, yes lovely day - just getting the little ones off to school'
Car door closes.
'Now in future when I say get in the car blah, blah, blah, blah, and don't ever blah, blah, blah, blah again. Got it?'


When they all got home it wasn't much better.

Fighting, fighting,fighting, then....'Muuuuummmm, Marley hit me'
'Yeah well, I'm busy'
'But Mum' *starts crying* he hit me and then Baxter threw a car at my head and pushed me over'
'Oh do stop sniveling and just go outside and play'
*High pitched wailing* 'But Mum he...'
'Right, I've had enough, go to your room'.

My entire day has been filled with hundreds of these moments. I should know by now that the grumpier I am and the less time I have for them the worse they behave and the more stressed I get, and the grumpier I am....ad infinitum. It really is exhausting.

I do hope the Fairy Good-Mother pays me a visit tomorrow. God knows they deserve it.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Pardon me Ma'am, but I'm having a baby


Today Queen Elizabeth II pays her first ever visit to the Irish Republic. In fact it's over 100 years since an English head of state visited the little people. Back then they probably just weren't bothered. But then of course it all got a little tricky.

So The Queen has decided that enough is enough and seeing as she's been around the world a number of times visiting countries like New Zealand, Australia, Canada, Bermuda, India, Malta, Kenya, it's probably about time she popped over the Irish Sea to say hello to that funny little Irish lot.

Being from a half English family myself and being married to an Englishman I'm very welcoming of anything that brings the two countries together (a bit like our wedding day), and most other Irish people feel the same way. Unfortunately however there's still a few pathetic idiots who can't quite drag themselves out of 1916 and feel the need to don balaclavas and read up on the latest internet bomb making instructions.

This of course means that there will be no meet and greets with Her Majesty, there will be no flag waving and no little girls getting to see a real life Queen person. No, there will be bare streets and Garda Siochana instead.

And with these guys in charge what could possibly go wrong?




The other downside of the 'security risk' this visit poses is that the roads to one of Dublin's two main maternity hospitals have been closed off. Pregnant women with appointments this week have been asked to waddle the long way round instead.

But what if you're actually due today? Or worse still your contractions have started? Well you've been advised not to give birth today ok?

So that's that little problem cleared up then.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Listography - Products You Couldn't Live Without

So it's the turn of products this week. More specifically products you couldn't live without. Making the list is the easy part - narrowing it down to your Top 5 adds to the difficulty level.

So, after much deliberation here's my Top 5 Products I Couldn't Live Without.

1. Tweezers.
My first entry comes from the beauty department - not sure what that says about me...other than I could be mistaken for David Bellamy without them. It's a cruel twist of fate that as the years pile on and your wrinkles deepen hairs start sprouting in places that no lady should have to pluck. Sad but true.

2. Pasta.
Top of my food list. God help you if you don't like pasta living in our house because that's what's for dinner 90% of the time and on the other 10% of days it's lunch.

3. Laptop.
It's a toss up in the electrical department but without it how could I talk to you, and where would I keep my lists?

4. T.V.
I'm not sure I could survive three kids without it. Does that make me a bad mother? Probably, but at least I'm still sane *face twitches repeatedly*

5. Bottle Opener (wine).
My drink entry. Placed at number five so I don't look like an alcho. Again. And yes I know I could buy screw tops but it's just not the same as hearing the lovely 'pop' before the 'glug'.

Now you know what to do. Write your list of top 5 products on your own blog and then come back here and  add it to the linky below - and don't forget to visit some of the other entries on the list so we can be one big happy family of listy freaks.

Silent Sunday





Silent Sunday

Saturday, May 14, 2011

10 things I never thought I'd hear myself say.

As I stood in the garden the other morning, child's scooter in one hand furiously swinging it into the 30ft hedge to try to get the school shoe that was lodged firmly in it, I found myself shouting at the boy 'If you throw one more thing in this hedge I'm going to throw you in after it!'

The ridiculousness of the situation immediately hit me and I thought to myself 'now that's something I never thought I'd hear myself say' (to be clear I never thought I'd be beating a hedge with a scooter either but there you go).

I then realised that I was not only uttering ridiculous statements such as this, I was frequently coming out with 'oh my God did I just say that? I am so old' phrases too.

So, just for you, here's 9 other things I never though I'd hear myself say:

9. Is that a Power Ranger in the fridge?

8. Just stop right there mister.

7. Did you just throw that garlic at her? 

6. You could poke someones eye out with that.

5. Who just pooed on the carpet?

4. Thats an accident waiting to happen.

3. There's naked blondes in the bed again.

2. Because I said so.

1. What's that floating in the bath? Oh God. Ok everyone out.

So not only are they turning me crazy, they're turning me into my mother. Is it just me or is this just part of becoming a parent?


This post was re-written from memory due to Blogger-gate that resulted in me losing my last post and all your lovely comments. I'm hoping that I can now move on and stop grinding my teeth every time I pick up my laptop. Some more fabulous comments would certainly help :)

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

How to be a Rock Star - Part I


We're a music family. Rock, Indie, Soul, Hip-Hop, Reggae - you name it, we play it. The kids have quickly picked up on our love of music and they're current favourites are Vampire Weekend, Adele and The Beastie Boys.

So when the lovely Ane Olesen of Wire PR asked if we wanted to review Paper Jamz we jumped at the chance.  Paper Jamz are really aimed at 8+ but since our eldest child, Kaya, is coming up to 7 we thought she could give it a pretty good go.

Problem is she barely got her hands on it.

As soon as the 4 year old saw it that was it. He picked it up, quickly worked out how it functioned and started to play.

This was his first take - no prompts given:



You can play the guitar in a number of different modes - (i) with a song, as Marley has just demonstrated), (ii) 'Rhythm' and (iii) 'Freestyle' which allows you to play chords as you would a normal guitar.

Here's a little taster of Freestyle a la Marley Rockstar:

Jimi Hendrix eat your heart out.

I've gotta say Marley loves it and three days later it's still being lovingly dragged around the house. Paper Jamz retail at approx. £25 but can be purchased for even less from Amazon - just click this link: Paper Jamz. They also come in a whole host of different styles. Oh - and they're not actually made of paper you know.

Finally - don't worry about next steps, I'll be posting How to be a Rock Star Part II from my yacht in the Bahamas when he's rich and famous.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Listography - Bad Combinations

OK, I admit I was struggling a little for inspiration for this weeks Listography. Until, that is, I saw a post from my sister on Facebook which I am shamelessly stealing for this week's theme.

The topic is 'Bad Combinations' and to get you in the spirit of things I thought I'd offer up some inspired suggestions from her and her friends*:


Wind \ Hair \ Lipgloss

Old people \ The Internet

Brush Teeth \ Orange Juice

Playing Playstation \ Itchy nose

Cinema Popcorn \ Cleavage

Sitting in traffic \ Needing the loo

Bixini Waxes \ Dignity

Ok so you get the picture. Obviously none of these people have young children as nobody mentioned number one on my list:


1. Toddlers \ Hangover.
Well any child really, but at least babies sleep a bit in the daytime and at least older kids can be pacified with TV and chocolate. Toddlers just want to jump on your head and tumble down the stairs.

2. Toddlers \ Sudocream.
It's a right of passage isn't it? You left the tub of sudocream on the bedside table and now your 2 year old has bulletproof cream plastered all over his hair \ clothes \ carpet \ toys. I will say no more on the matter because I have a funny feeling Hannah from Metal Mummy will be developing this particular choice.


3. Swimming pool \ Hairy Legs \ Someone you know.
*Shudder*


4. Bad Hair Day \ Perfect Mums.
You're tired. It won't matter if you just wear your tracksuit and parka on the school run will it? You can always hide your bad hair under that woolly hat your mum gave you. A pair of shades and no one will know who you are. Will they...? 'Oh coooey - is that you Kate'.


5. Mortgage \ Ireland.
'Nuff said.

Now it's your turn. The list is endless so just pick you own five favourite Bad Combinations and post them on your own blog. Then come back here and put your details in the linky below. And don't forget to visit some of the other entries.

Enjoy!



*Thanks to Maria, Ronan and Sian for those wonderful combos. 



Saturday, May 7, 2011

The Art of Roughhousing

My kids have started to take for granted the fact that we receive things for free to review.

'Spoiled brats' I hear you say. 'Correct' I reply.

Naturally when the toys come out of the packaging they are delirious with excitement and have sharpened their nails in advance for the 'who's it for' competition.

Last week the lovely Mat Archer from Quirk Books sent me 'The Art of Roughhousing' to review.

Written by two doctors who are hoping to help bring a return to physical 'rough and tumble' play which is increasingly being marginalised by the likes of Wiis, Nintendo's, Playstations etc. I liked the sound of it instantly.

For the kids however it was a different story. As the book came out of the packaging their faces fell.

'Is that it?' the girl asked. 'A book'.

'Baaaw-ring' said the boy already wandering off.

As I tried to explain to them what it was all about I could see their disinterested faces desperately looking for a distraction.

'But look!' I said enthusiastically. It shows you how to do things like this:'



'Whoo Hooo! Can we do that now? Can we? Can we? What else is in there? Let me see. Pleeeeeaaase.'

The battle was won but the war was lost. I've spent all week trying to delay the inevitable mattress down the stairs game.

If I pluck up the energy to do it I promise I'll let you know.


The Art of Roughhousing retails at £9.99 and is full of less challenging activities that that one! If you're looking to get active with your kids (toddlers to tweens) then I would happily recommend this book.

Disclosure: Product sent free of charge for purposes of the review.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Frock it

One of my favourite bloggers in the whole wide web (yes, that's you Mid30'sLife) has just started a meme called Frock It! Basically she want's us to post a picture of a dress that caught our eye during the week.

Now how could I resist that when I'd just seen this:

The Ugly Sisters arriving at the ball

Hahahahahahahahahahha.

Now, much as I'm grateful to them for making my day, the mystery to me is this: At what point did they both look in the mirror and go - 'Yes. This is the dress for me. I can NOT look better than I do right now.' Or perhaps all their mirrors shattered on contact and they had to rely on each other.

'Oh yes Beatrice, that particular shade of 'skin' blends in so well with your, erm...skin.'

'Why thank you Eugenie. And I must say that Vivienne Westwood is very clever the way she used those curtains from the spare room to make your 'creation'.

'Well, that is true, but what about your hat?! It's a chocolate box delight of piece. Though of course you won't actually be able to sit up straight in the car you know.'

'Oh no matter. I hear the Quasimodo look is coming back in this year'.



Seen any delights you'd like to share? Pop over to Mid30s by clicking here.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

You'll never guess what we found!!

I'm lucky enough to have spent most of my life living by the beach. In my view there's nothing like it (except maybe a bottle of champers and a back massage...mmmm). Right now is no exception, I currently live a stones throw from the beach I grew up beside. As I said, lucky me.

The reason I bring this up is not so I can rub your face in it, well maybe a little, buy mostly because I want your input in to something.

Last weekend the five of us went for a stroll along the beach in the early evening and found something I have never found in all my 21 (oh ok, 38) years of living by the sea.

A genuine, bonefide message in a bottle!

How exciting is that?!

(Answer: Very)

The lid was glued on tight and couldn't be opened until we got home so we spent the return walk contemplating who it could be from. A princess locked in a tower? A young Welsh boy who wanted to be penfriends? An old lady who wanted to give us all her money? Did it come from up the Irish coast or across the seas? So many questions! So much excitement!



As soon as we got home we got to work on the bottle.




We gingerly pulled apart the carefully tied thread around the notepaper and delicately rolled out the letter.








And this is what it said:





Concordeski Crash Paris


31/12/68 Concordeski TU144
31/12/99 Putin President of Russia

25/7/09 Bleriot France -> England
25/7/59 Hovercraft England -> France
25/7/00 Concorde Crash Paris








1/2/85 Fliteform Aim Grp Heathrow
          Steadman Starnes Bates
                        McBoon      Nov 89


1/2/05 Wm Gray Heysham LA3





6/4/11




Now I realise that if you're a girl reading this you're probably thinking 'Oh FFS is that it? Boooooring'.

But if you're a guy you're probably thinking 'Wow a coded message - this is cool'.

I've come to the conclusion that it's probably a secret conspiracy theory sent to us by the bonkers Jim Corr.

What do you think? Any ideas?

Answers on a postcard (in a bottle) to Kate Takes 5, The Irish Sea.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Listography - Simple Pleasures

For me simple pleasures are the little things that get you through a bad day or make you smile despite being in a grump. They're not expensive or hard to achieve, just little things that make you happy.

So here's my list of Top 5 Simple Pleasures:

1. A chubby arm thrown around your neck in the middle of the night. (And no, that's not meant to refer to my husband trying to strangle me in my sleep).

2. A cup of fresh coffee after two thirds of the kids have been dropped off to school.
Sometimes it's home brewed, on a bad day it's a large one to go. Though last time I got one of those I was so sleep deprived I thought a bird had shat (shat? shitted? shited?) on my car as I left the car park - only to discover that it was my coffee I'd left on the roof of my car...

3. Grazia and a cup of tea in bed.
Preferably brought to me on a tray with a bacon sandwich and involving zero involvement of kids.

4. A walk on the beach in the sunshine.
Love the beach. Love the sea. Love the sunshine. 

5. A glass of wine and a curry on a Saturday night.
I say glass in the loosest sense of the word.

Easy huh? Now all you have to do is write your own list on your blog with a link back here and then add your  details to the linky below so that others can find you.

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