Saturday, 21 June 2008

Z went on the Motorway!!(!)

113 miles, door to door, in 2 1/2 hours. All went well and on our return we bought the paint and I left Phil and his dad ready for an evening of painting ceilings. I hadn't taken suitable clothes to be bespattered so came home, promising to return promptly the following morning.

The bees have had a cheerfully busy day exploring their new territory. I only looked at them briefly, as I'd been with the children for a couple of hours. I went in at 8 o'clock, bearing breakfast, make-up and contact lens. Dilly asked if I could pop into the shop quickly, as Al had gone off with her car keys in his pocket. I stuck the lens in the general direction of my eye, it lodged in an appropriate place and a few minutes I returned - as I drove slowly past the shop, Al chucked the keys through the window; couldn't have been quicker.

Children were adorable of course. Pugsley is just starting to string words together on the way to sentences; a new thing in the last two or three weeks. It had been one word sentences, even if connected. "Elephant. Huge. Huge. Enormous. Elephant." has given way to "Where Squiffany gone? Daddy? Not bed. Where?" - he had woken up to find that his sister had absconded to their parents' bed, but Al's head was under the bedclothes so he was not visible.

Off again early, more suitably dressed, to help with painting.

8 comments:

LizSara said...

I love wearing to wrong clothes for painting so you had to leave! Classy

Gordie said...

I thought motorways were illegal in East Anglia? Good news about Pugsley and the bees.

Z said...

Well, a girl has to look after herself...

Absolutely, Gordie, you have to leave Norfolk and Suffolk before you venture, wide-eyed, onto the M11

Dave said...

What sort of breakfast do bees like?

I do hope you opened the window before the keys were thrown.

sablonneuse said...

Isn't it lovely when toddlers start to put words into sentences? Ooh you've made me get 'broody' for grandchildren again but my daughter is in no mind to breed just yet.
As for motorways, give me little Norfolk lanes anyday. I remember taking our Canadian relations out for a drive when they came over and they were petrified at the narrow, bendy roads I found.

girl with the mask said...

Hadn't taken suitable clothes to paint in? Great move, Z! You got out of it!

john.g. said...

Busy bee seems apt!

Z said...

Honey, of course, Dave. Really me.

Sandy, not so long ago I couldn't have imagined all this - two weddings and three babies, all in four years!
What's so enjoyable is the way you can see his mind formulating the word combinations. It doesn't come naturally quite yet.

I don't dare cycle on the lanes much. Drivers don't think there might be walkers, cyclists or horse-riders round the corner!

Girl, John is nearer the mark. I didn't get out of it for long...