Final preparations continue for the new arrival. This week we erected Oli’s crate, and sacrificed half of the kitchen to accommodate it. We are all quite excited about our new family member, mixed, certainly in my case, with a fair bit of trepidation. For the girls of course all they can see are the good, fun bits, but although it is a while now since we had a puppy in the house, I can still remember how hard it is. Louise said tonight that it will be like having a new-born baby in the house again. However, they can wear nappies!!
As much as the week just gone must have dragged for the girls as they countdown to this arrival, it passed me by in a blur of constant and perpetual motion. Being busy does make the time fly, which is a bonus when it is time at work.
Outside of work this week, I found another outlet for my written ramblings. For reasons that I cannot explain, a Disney website by the name of WDW Dads have added me to their roster of writers. I have been billed as “International writer”, which is perhaps the most exotic way in which I have ever been described. If you so wish, feel free to have a virtual wander over there. My first offering can be found by clicking this piece of text.
It is a fairly simple view of how a trip to WDW differs when you live on this side of the Atlantic. Now if you were all to make your way over there, and leave highly complimentary comments on that article, well who am I to try to stop you???
After the first article of course, I now have to think of stuff to write about in future, plus come up with someone to waffle about here, and finish the trip reports. Luckily, work is a dream and is not taking up any of my time currently!!
At home, yet another weekend has rolled by where I have been unable to mow my back lawn, and by that, I do mean the grass behind the house and nothing else. We have had a week of relative dryness, so I was hopeful that I would be able to tame the wilderness out there one last time before the ravages of winter roll in, sometime in early October. I haven’t had a mower on it since just before our holiday which is going on for six weeks now. Since our return, a mixture of a little bit of apathy and a whole lot of rain has denied any reduction to the green stuff.
Thinking this weekend would be the time, as I lay in bed early on Saturday yet another tropical style storm paid us a visit, and pretty much hung around all weekend. The lawn is wetter than the Total Wipeout course, and so it stays wild another week. Maybe it is possible to mow a lawn whilst it is covered in frost? I am not lay awake at night worrying about this, but I do fear for young Oli. We may lose him forever in the knee-high jungle that is our back lawn. Is it just a sign of old age to believe that every summer is worse than the last, and the only decent one we have ever had was in 1976? Perhaps, but I can’t remember a wetter one than this year.
Now that I have dazzled you with exciting lawn news, I could perhaps tip you over the edge with excitement, by dropping in that I have also got a new pair of slippers. Does anyone know where I can buy a pipe?
So to balance this level of banality, next week, rather than go to work, I am off to Rio, with Keith Richards and half a ton of Class A drugs. Maybe not. However, if the mood takes me I may lob my PC monitor out the window of the office, which would be very bad news for the swans and Canadian Geese that swim past my window all day. Salford Quays is an exotic place!
Don’t worry, next week I with fill this space with multiple puppy photos and tales of naughtiness and puddles on the floor. This has got to be an improvement on rampant lawns and slippers?
Till the next time…..
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Excellent piece of writing as always. Will you hve time for everyday life with all this bloggage going on?? Good luck with Oli.
If its any comfort I slaughtered my lawn in the rain yesterday, not advisable. You are best to tell folk you have a nature garden and just hope Oli has a natural sense of direction in amongst the long grasses