Growing boy

The was posted on Facebook on June 18 2010 when Numbertwo was 14

Numbertwo son is 6ft 1inch.

That means he's grown 2inches since Christmas

... and now he tell me he has armpit hair.

I can't see it (not even in good light with glasses on) 

but I can just about tug one if I feel about enough!!!

But he’s still quite the little boy

Lying in our bed watching tv after his bath this evening

"Can I sleep here tonight?"

"No - where would your father sleep?"

"I'll sleep in the middle".

It's a big bed but it's not that big!

Well what is it then?

Facebook recently brought up this memory and conversation from 11 June 2010

According to Tesco watercress is not a vegetable.

AH: What is it then - according to Tesco?

KT:  It's a salad. Not a salad vegetable, just a salad. We've noticed that before - if you have a voucher saying 'spend £3 on vegetables' then everything salad is excluded...

Bentonbag: That's it. I had a “25points if you spend £1 on vegetables” voucher, saw a bag of watercress for £1 and thought "get in". The woman at the til was fine "I could have fiddled it if it had been money but not points." There was too big a cue at customer services for me to go and argue the point. I do like watercress though - and I shall get their cheapest carrots the next time I'm in.

Conversation

 First posted  10 June 2010

At Tyne Bridge practice this evening Mr and Mrs Banjoman discussed their recent trip to the Metrocentre.  He was quite impressed by how well the clothes shops displayed their wares, even though he didn’t go in many.

“I very nearly went into the Ann Summers shop” he said “I only realised at the last second what it was and thought ‘ooh better not go in there’.” …

“The Goddaughter quite often shops there” said the Squire “She finds the basques very good, especially the larger cup sizes.”

“Well” I said before Banjoman’s imagination could run away with him “Anne Summers does have some good quality stuff.  The nylon and pvc stuff isn’t very nice but the rest is ok.”

“Yes” said Mrs Recorder “the pvc tends to chafe doesn’t it – the leather is so much better.”

“Natural materials always are” says I

Mrs Quilt wasn’t at Tyne Bridge practice tonight. 

She reckons the conversation always ends up at underwear sooner or later.

No idea why …

Hope springs eternal

Facebook memories has thrown up this post from 3 August 2009

Will Fixit has just been 'round to fix the bathroom light-switch which went yesterday evening.

I did suggest Fester might have his bath by candlelight.

"Not on my own" was the hopeful reply.

 
"Not in that bath" was mine.

In flagrante feline?

First posted May 2010

The young couple next door recently acquired 2 young cats from the local shelter.  They are not allowed out as they haven’t been spayed yet, and one of them is on heat.  Onheat wanders the house yowling loud enough to be heard through the shared wall, trying to flirt with our Felix through the double glazing (an utter waste of time but she’s not to know) and desperate to be out.

Late this afternoon I noticed the lady from the last house across the road going up next door’s path.  Some minutes later she came to my gate so I went out to meet her …

“Do you know your neighbours at all?” she asked  “It’s just that one of their cats has got out of the bedroom window onto the top of the bay underneath and I think she’s going to try and jump on to the porch.  And I think the other might follow her.”

So I went next door with her to find a rather Egyptian looking tabby glaring at us from the top of the porch.  Had she jumped down there was a distinct possibility that she’d hurt herself.  Not to mention running off and finding an intact tom to play with

“I’ve tried ringing the door bell but there’s no answer” said Mrs Lasthouse “Their car is here though.  Do you know if they’re in?”

“Well I’ve got a spare key, maybe I could go in and entice her back in through the window?” I said rather dubiously.

“I’ve got my ladders out” says Mrs Lasthouse “Maybe she’d climb down a ladder.  My cat does.  Then we could put her back in.”

At this point Felix slipped through the hedge and started disporting himself on the doormat.

So she went and fetched the ladder.  I picked up Felix and shut him in the kitchen.  Gave a quick yoo-hoo over the fence to check there was no-one in next door’s back garden and fetched the key and a box of munchies.

Just as we were about to put the ladder up the hall door opened and Ms Youngcouple appeared flustered and in a bath robe. 

“That’ll teach us to have a bath and leave the bedroom window open” she said as Mr Youngcouple appeared at the upstairs window, in a bathrobe, and Onheat slunk back in again.

Mrs Lasthouse and I gave her a smile, and each other an old fashioned look, and managed to make it back to the pavement without giggling.

Well – it has been a very hot and sticky day.