Even long-term [should-be] committed readers of Rise are unlikely to remember Eva. Eva played a significant role in supporting me in the truly horrible periods just before I moved to Budapest, and just after I returned.
Karen’s Big Day Out
Today was supposed to be my Big Day Out. The Easter Bunny (as mentioned in comments to the previous post) gifted me a voucher for a haircut at SensSpa at the [a?] London Hilton Hotel.
Putting aside the fact that I’d rather go to the dentist than the hairdresser, live 40 miles from central London, and have a total of zero minutes of spare time per week, I did my best to appear thrilled. Generally, I am crap at looking thrilled when I don’t mean it, but I think I got away with it.
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Totem Pole
Over the weekend, we went camping at Abbey Home Farm in Wiltshire. On arrival, the field was empty apart from a Dutch family with a large orange tent, nestled into the hedge. We chose a spot near the totem pole, not too far from the tap, at the edge of a field of oats. We had a view right across a valley of arable farmland.
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Flags of the World
Bernard: Mum, what colour is the green, white and red country?
Me: Erm… Italy. Where pizzas come from.
Bernard: That man on the stairs is also from Italy.
Me [after eventually realising what on earth he's on about]: Yes, your Pinocchio puppet is from Italy.
Bernard: That’s my bestest country.
A pox on we
When the babies were quite small, one in our group of mothers-connected-only-by-having-attended-the-same-antenatal-course-and-without-really-anything-in-common announced that her small son had contracted chicken pox. We all rushed out to buy piriton and calamine; apparently that was what we would need. We deliberated whether it was appropriate to hold a Chicken Pox Party, on the theory that it’s less difficult for all concerned to contract this at a young age.
I could not square deliberately making my child ill, so no party. We waited, and waited, but the pox did not appear for nearly four more years. Continue reading