Tuesday, August 26

Furry Happy Monsters

I'm a big fan of monsters. I love the Muppets. And I'm quite partial to a bit of Michael Stipe.

So imagine my delight when I stumbled upon this.

Sunday, August 24

Looks get you everywhere


When you have a face like this, all smiling and happy and radiating delight and goodness and general loveliness, people are drawn to you. In fact, they are so drawn to you, they want to give you things - things like lovely, lovely food - for free.

This week, I took the snail out for lunch to the lovely Babas. Now the snail usually just eats whatever I'm having, so I thought I'd just get a big plate of gorgeousness and let her pick what she wanted. The man behind the counter thought differently - he was charmed by my beaming daughter and insisted she have a plate of food of her own - whatever she wanted. He even offered to cook something especially, in case she didn't like any of the 50-odd dishes that were already on offer. It was like dining out with the queen or Posh Spice or something. So she ended up with a mountain of food - which the smitten chef refused to charge us for. Result.

After the meal, we stopped off at the baklava shop for some pudding. Cue another Mediterranean man, my daughter fluttering her eyelashes and grinning lots. I leave the shop, having spent 80p but with an entire tray of sticky sweet treats.

I was tempted to go to Milgi down the road and try my luck with their cocktail menu. Maybe another day.

Sunday, August 17

Sunday Scribblings: Observations

Haven't done one of these writing exercises in a while...

My observations on Sundays

  • On a Sunday, you can eat cake for breakfast (and if it happens to be your birthday on a Sunday, you can have two slices).
  • On a Sunday, you should make a huge pot of tea (or coffee if you'd prefer), then spend the morning lounging around in your pyjamas, sipping the tea out of your favourite mug, and reading a big fat Sunday newspaper (with the sport and business sections removed, of course).
  • On a Sunday, lunch is very important. There are two important rules for this most important of the week's lunches - it must be big and it must contain potatoes in one of their most marvellous forms (ie roasted or mashed).
  • On a Sunday, you should get down with Mother Nature. I like the beach, you might prefer a forest, or possibly a lake. However, a trip to an out-of-town retail outlet will sap your soul and should be avoided at all costs (and, in fact, at all times, but especially on a Sunday).
  • On a Sunday, you should do something lovely to avoid the horror of the Sunday Night Back to Work Blues. Tonight I chatted over a glass of vino, made pizzas, danced around the kitchen (ah, the joys of Mr Meep's new iPod), then went to bed with Sleepytime tea, books and my lovely Macbook.



    And that is how all Sundays should be.

    Find more at Sunday Scribblings.
  • Thursday, August 14

    Mama Mia



    I went to see Mama Mia the other night.

    There's only one thing you need to know about this film.

    The bride - that's her in the picture - arrives at her wedding on a... donkey.

    Why didn't I think of that?