Been shoppin'

This is my (sorry Peter - "our") new shower curtain. Just how cool is that? 

Caption competition 1

This is crying out for a caption! What is the conversation between Maddie and Richard? 

Pussycat, pussy cat, I love you...

Weekend before last we went to a fundraising gala at St John Fisher school. There's this chap who goes to mum & dad's church who drives old ambulances to places that need them...I think he fills them with stuff too...medical stuff i s'pose. Anyway, he has been trying to get to Nepal for a year or so. The Gurkas are stationed at Catterick, heard about this and now this gala features them doing ...umm... gurkha things. Find out more here . Anyway, long story short...Laura had her face painted. She asked to be a pussy cat..frankly it was more tiger than domestic moggie. 

The runaway train ...

About a fortnight ago Laura and I went to the Nation Railway Museum in York. As an extra treat we travelled there by train. Sadly she was not impressed. She made me promise that we go by car next time (hey..at least she wants to go again). The first photo is of my favourite train - the Mallard. As you can see from the face in the second photo my daughter is NOT a train spotter, by any stretch of the imagination. That is not a child having a good time, is it?






The third photo shows Laura with a train she DID like!
 

Cinders...you shall go to the ball

I swear...this really happened...with absolutely no prompting from me....Laura lay on her bed on Sunday night (we have a cuddle and a chat in bed every night) and she said " I was I could be a ballerina". Right...she's starting classes as soon as we are back from our holiday!

On the topic of holidays, we depart for la belle France in 10 days, but our ferry tickets haven't arrived yet. Should I be worried?

Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs Robinson

Look..she's dressed as a ballerina. Clearly she wants to dance. I must get her enrolled in classes soon. It is nothing to do with my thwarted ambitions and childhood dreams. Now, where is my copy of Ballet Shoes. Just right for bedtime reading. 

Spoilt brat....

A couple of weeks ago Peter whisked me off for a belated anniversary weekend at the Linthwaite House Hotel overlooking Windemere. It was a surprise ....and what a surprise...roses, champagne and chocolates in the room, wonderful location and fantastic food. Diet? What diet? The pictures are of our view. I was speechless...which certainly doesn't happen often...and completely overwhelmed.

Now saving up so we can go back there again one day.