Monday 13th October 2008

Time for an entry.

Had a fright yesterday, when all the kids were here. Megan and Rebeckah were outside next the house playing, Daniel was overtired and being a royal pain in the ass, Thomas was asleep, Tara was busy breaking something, and Kate was muttering away to herself in babyese. Simon was watching some sports thing on tv, David was busy in the kitchen (more on that in a moment), Joanne was dozing while waiting on Dr Stu, and Claire was off at Tesco's. Kinda typical sunday. Then we notice that Megan and Rebeckah are no longer visible. So Simon drags himself away from the tv, and goes out to look for them. They are nowhere to be seen. When Simon returns for his CAR keys to drive around looking, suddenly the attention level has escalated. Joanne goes out in HER car, Nell in ours. I get to walk :)

Its not that we live in a big estate.......its actually quite small. So not really a lot of places you can DRIVE to. It is, however, surrounded by a lot of 'green' places. Maybe not so much as it used to be, but still lots of 'kiddie friendly' open space.

After half an hour of mobile phones going red hot and people going hoarse from shouting....the fright level has REALLY escalated. At this point I should maybe mention that all that green 'kiddie places' were used a few years ago when a little girl was abducted and assaulted. (Luckily the police got to the guy before the search parties did, or there would have been a lynching!)

OK, you've got the idea......EVERYONE is going frantic by now. At almost an hour since we first noticed they was gone, the pair of them show up again, as unconcerned as ya like.

Well...those two little girls got LIT upon....by very relieved parents and grandparents. I think we scared the shit outta them :) We still have no idea where they were, because THEY didn't know...but they were covered in mud. However, I think they got the message!! But it was a frightening hour for the grownups.


More on David (as above). Sometimes my number one son can be weird :) He, and a few friends had cooked up (no pun intended) the idea of having a LASAGNE making contest, the judges to be the children of a few of his friends. So he was busy cooking away (with a break, of course, for the search). Now when *I* make lasagne, the red sauce and white sauce jars you get in Tesco's makes perfectly acceptable lasagne (with the addition of extra garlic, worcester sauce...tada!....I wing it ). Not so for David.......he's there beating up eggs, melting cheese, liquidizing this and that......seemed an awful lot of trouble to me :) Anyway......because of the break (for the search) he's short on time. He DOES get it made....and has to rush off right away, leaving the kitchen looking like a bomb site. Its been suggested to him that the NEXT bloody competition he proposes should be a washing up competition :) Took ages to clear up! Turns out there were five entries........3 vegetable and 2 meat lasagnes. He got second place in the meat category (and I've tasted his lasagne......seemed a wee bit bland to me, but thats just me )


More on David. Thomas was with us friday night because David was going out with some friends. All fine and good. Saturday, Nell rings him in the morning.........and he sounds fine! He's busy tidying up, cutting grass too can ya believe. Everything seems good. Come around middle of the afternoon, he rings and asks can we bring Thomas home about 7pm. So, thinking RIGHT!...Thomas gets bathed, fed...and packed up for transport. Off goes Nell with baby. Only....we can't raise David to warn him she is on the way. 15 minutes later she rings me. She has gone into the house, and David is asleep....and she can't get him awake! Now for most people, that would ring alarm bells, but we KNOW our son. He really DOES sleep the sleep of the dead!! So.......Thomas got brought back here. Nell can get quite stroppy where kiddie welfare is involved I should maybe add here that the expectation was that Nell would drop off Thomas, come home, and get geared up to go attend the reception of Dr Stu's sister who had got married that afternoon. And that the reception was 50 miles away. And that I had adamantly refused to go (think 'Mrs Bucket'). That left me with a by now wide awake Thomas, and Nell going into a real fluster trying to get dressed so she could LEAVE. Well....it all worked ok, if maybe a little behind schedule. Thomas, bless his little cotton socks, is a GOOD child. He went to bed no trouble at all. Nell made the reception ok, if late. And David woke up and rang me at about 10pm. I think he realised he'd done a no-no....

Such is life