Morning All! So, here we are again, another Friday has rolled around. Unbelievable. We are heading into spring and I am loving the lighter nights and the sight of buds on the trees. On the downside, it’s trickier to con your child into thinking it’s nighttime at 4pm…swings and roundabouts hey!
In case you are new to my blog or, to this linky, let me recap. The lovely Morgana at ‘But Why Mummy Why’ hosts this link up each week where bloggers write about their week in topic form. Clever hey? Bit annoyed I didn’t think of it.
This week has been a bit of a rollercoaster with some serious battles of wills as well as some absolute glimmers of gorgeousness. Without further ado, let me share them with you my dears…Pull up a chair!
Ok then, what have I been reading. For once I can report that I have read an actual, bone fide adults book. Not an intellectual one, not a clever, gritty crime drama either, I fell into the trap of Chic Lit. I am not proud.
What I was looking for was some frothy page turner where you can literally let it wash over you and not feel like you have to really get into the characters mind. What I bought was this;
I finished it but I never really believed in it. I feel really mean being critical and, clearly Cecelia has a good thing going having published lots of best sellers but IT JUST WOULDN’T HAPPEN. It was too far-fetched for me and on occasion I found myself blowing out of my mouth as though doing a horse impression. Not a good look. It is ‘nice’ I suppose but I think if I was to sum it up in one word I’d say ‘Meh’ and that’s not a ringing endorsement is it. It might work better as a film but, given that I’m still cross that they moved PS I love you to New York (why?) I am not sure I’d go and see it!!
Watched– On a more positive note, last weekend Mr L and I went to Madrid. We had an amazing time (aside from the small issue of being robbed- bastards) and I will post a review of the city next week. In the meanwhile though let me whet your appetite by saying this; we went to watch Flamenco!! It was absolutely incredible. Absolutely Incredible. The venue we chose is described in ‘1000 places to see before you die’ as ‘The best flamenco nightclub north of Andalusia’ and, though we’d never seen flamenco before and so couldn’t compare, we were both transfixed. If you ever get the chance, GO. Check this out;
Heard- This week the big little has had some serious tantrums. If she had said the following during any of them I think we would have been in tricky territory…We were playing in the kitchen. The girls were practising their jumping and she fell over. She was shocked and quiet for a minute and when I asked if she was ok she simply said;
‘Kiss my bum Muma’
In the same way that she asks me to kiss her head if she bangs that. I nearly wet myself.
Made– This week I have made inedible chilli. That’s right, I have surpassed my own stupidity by putting mulled wine into chilli. It did not taste good. Do not, under any circumstances do this thinking ‘how bad can it be’. The answer, my friends is BAD. I am gutted as I usually make an excellent chilli which I feel smug about. Disappointing.
And lastly– Being in Madrid for the weekend reminded me how much I wish I could speak another language. Although the flamenco was brilliant, it would have been even better I think if I’d known a little of what they were singing about- I’m guessing bulls or cured meats or wine or something else Spanish but I could be wrong…It would also have been very helpful when reporting the fact that I’d been duped out of over 100 Euros by some women posing as charity workers in the park. Don’t panic, it was incredibly annoying and I felt like a prize dick but, it could have been worse and, how low have you got to be before you willingly look someone in the eyes, strike up a conversation about helping disabled children and then nick all their money. Pretty low I think so I hope they are ok. They’re someones kid too- maybe they’re being missed, maybe they’re not and that’s why they’re robbing people like me…nothing’s black and white is it.
Lots of Love,