Tea Room the Twentieth: The Greek Island

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Welcome to the twentieth (yes, really) Tea Room.

We find ourselves on a sun-kissed Greek island, where our whitewashed, blue-shuttered house nestles in the dappled shade of a gnarled old pine tree. In the olive grove, Mellors the gardener/handyman/factotum is tending the tea room menagerie of horses, camels, bison and guinea-pigs, recently joined by some recalcitrant old donkeys. The distressed chintz sofa, aga and cardboard cut-out of George Clooney have survived the relocation from the south of France and the aspidistra has pride of place on the mantelpiece.

Come in, put your feet up and join in the conversation. It may not make sense, but that's not important. What matters is the lovely people here and the chance simply to relax.

Small - you are soooo down wiv der kids calling it YT, it has only just sunk in what you have been talking about most of the evening...

I, on the otherhand am so not down with the kids right now. Beer's ten year old somehow but it is hard to explain how cousin put all over f b that he thinks I have stinky feet!!! To subtly get him back I thought I should be clever and say "I love you" as part of my comment on the subject. I am certain given his age and gender he will be quite revolted and this declaration will keep things like smelly feet from ever heading my way on f b again!

[sneaky]

Oh. I thouight YT was just a conveneient abbreaviation for someone like me who's a bad typist.

I dooooo blame f b too. 'That' generation of the faaaamily all have some sort of setting that asks them weird and wonderful questions about opinions they have on their f b friends. He was asked whether he thought I had stinky feet and instead of ignoring it or lying in the name of politeness he, like every ten year old would, ticked "yes" and immediately it is pasted on everyone's wall.

However, I do also wonder about a 10 yr old being on f b in the first place... for me it is a medium that takes a level of social and internet understanding that many ten year olds have no concept of.

Ah, my niece does those quizzes too. I thought the minimum age for f b was 14, for just those reasons. If you want to be really mean law-abiding, you could dob him in.

Must got to bed now. Sweet dreams!

Sleep - aaaar yes me too - night night!!!

Good morning

YD is now reclining in an artisticly ill fashion on the sofa, having watched the moon go into eclipse before it set.

He was fascinated.

UNis hurts, and missed luni eclipse due to still being somewhat fitfully asleep. Either I've re-awoken teh tendinitis, OR I've pulled something sledging which is hurting like tendinitis.

Have to ponder if I want to drive to nearby town today, or try and blag a lift with a 4x4 owner. boy still asleep, so am putting of decision. We will walk up and look at the top road after breakfast.

any one care to join me in cinnabons for breakfast?

Poorly Scout. Poorly BabyScout.

Miserable with too much to do.

take yourself to the sofa scout. Mellors will pop on a pinny and whisk a vacuum around your house. give hima shopping list and I'm sure he will cope admirably with that too.
mean while, here is hot ginger drink for you and a soothing warm milk for baby scout.

Managed to glide the Other Car to work across the ice. That was, er, interesting.

Fog has descended. Lift to supermarket arranged with 4x4 owning neighbour* for tomorrow, just need to find someone to look after boy for a few hours.
Boy who has decided hes not feeling well and gone back to bed... ho hum.

*Mr Neighbour was VERY quick to say I could go to shops with his wife in landy... me thinks hes not so keen on tescos himself.

sit down Amber, have a cuppa.

I am pretending I have something important to do to give me an excuse to ignore Milk's "I can't get dressed" show put on to annoy me...

She has spent the morning running around naked moving her body like a half crazed accident prone monkey while at the same time seeing exactly how loud she can say every regressed sound she feels like making while also making decisions that are only sensible in the confinements of cartoons. (e.g stacking up cds to see if she can stand on them to reach the Christmas lights on the curtain pole...

So my conclusions are:

(a) she is no longer ill.

(b) it is nearly Christmas.

Wish me luck for the rest of what I feel will be a very long day!!!

Get well dearest scout - are you in Scoutshire for Christmas??? If yes we really should meet in Prettyville to eat cake, drink tea and have a gooood chat!

Good luck Tea. its gonna be a LOOOOOOONNNNNG Christmas isn't it.

Tea, we're in InLawsShire (Berks) at the moment, but eventually back to Scoutshire. When are you there?

BabyScout isn't acting ill, but last night said otherwise. We managed to get through all of the pajamas we brought to InLawsShire so laundry was going at stupid o'clock to wash undershirts, pjs and bed (crib) sheets, as well as my own pjs which were sicked on (oh the joys and glamour of motherhood). It was the first time he properly sicked (rather than cough/spit-up sick) and it startled the poor boy. Then again, at 2:33 a.m. it wasn't exactly what I was expecting, either.

Oh dear, oh dear.

I do hope I haven't allowed BabyScout to overfeed himself today to the point of a repeat of last night. [concerned emoticon]

Originally thought of going to London tomorrow but think I'll give it a miss after last night and today.

ohhh, minty? whats the secret ingredient?

A bag of dark chocolate and mint chips from the States.

We have spent lots of today organising a card for Wriggle. Milk saw unserp's snow pics and now loooooves Wriggle. She sent her a few f b messages then wanted to send her a card so we had to go shopping for one, write it, put the stamps on and send it.

Knowing international post it should arrive in time for August holidays.

Awww, tea, that's very sweet!

beats playing "bob the builder on Cbeebbies" again.

Actually, we went sledging again...Boy perked up in the afternoon, then slumped again at dinner time... I think I have worn boy out...

NOOOOOO!

The YD is still waiting for snow here...