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La crise du jour


Posted in: Princess

Dropped madam off at the creche. Conversation as follows:

Me: Now sweetheart, you’re going to spend the day here. You’ll have your lunch here with M and then you’ll have your nap and your afternoon snack and then you’ll go downstairs to….

Princess (nods head in exaggerated mode): Yes, yes, yes (pushes me towards the door) …niceday Mummy (runs off to play with tricycle).

This evening however it was a different story. I came in to find a tearful girl. M held up the Princess’s bunny “la crise du jour Op-op a perdu son oreille”. The Princess looked anxiously at M “Op-op, oreille” then she turned to me and explained carefully “Hop-hop, ear” but I had already grasped the nature of the tragedy and this evening after my baby went to bed I sat in front of the telly and sewed Hop-hop’s ear back on. I am a supermother.

Comments
Friar Tuck

on 02 December 2004 at 00:39

Wow! Had heard rumors of such creatures, but never thought they actually existed. My hope for the human race is renewed.

poggle

on 02 December 2004 at 12:41

Aw bless – the Princess is translating for you ……

belgianwaffle

on 02 December 2004 at 21:50

Thanks, Bobble, Pog. FT,less of it.

Exciting!


Posted in: Belgium, Mr. Waffle, Princess

Well, we seem to be spending a lot of time in the car at the moment.  Last night on the way home (without Mr. Waffle), there was a slightly hairy moment involving two other cars, a van and a bicycle.  There was a squealing of brakes and my child was somewhat tossed about in her car seat.  “Well, that was exciting” I said to the Princess. Tonight when we drove home with Mr. Waffle, there was a similar quick stop and the Princess was again tossed in her seat (nobody is to panic, Belgian driving is like this).  She clutched her father’s arm (he was sitting in the back with her) and giggled and said “exciting!”. Mr. Waffle looked at me dubiously “why does she say that?”  “I cannot imagine” I replied while offering hush money to herself.  Though that was partly to stop her requesting that we sing ‘ingle bells’ again.

Comments
jackdalton

on 05 December 2004 at 11:59

Nice one…. 🙂

belgianwaffle

on 05 December 2004 at 15:07

Beth, yes, I suppose there is that. Do you know that the French for a seal is “phoque”. I leave pronounciation to your imagination.
JD, thank you..

Locotes

on 05 December 2004 at 23:24

You’re a delightful influence to be sure ms. waffle. And I’m quite sure you were in no way responsible for any shaky moments on the road involving cars, vans, bicycles, elephants, and such and such.

poggle

on 06 December 2004 at 15:43

‘Phoque’? So that’s what she was saying in imperious tones ..

belgianwaffle

on 07 December 2004 at 22:46

Locotes, no, well, not really. Pog, yes, clearly…

Comments

belgianwaffle

on 03 December 2004 at 21:56

Hmm. And more this morning. And she won’t realise that Christmas is over. I could still be jingle belling in Feb.

Friar Tuck

on 03 December 2004 at 22:27

Try distracting her by singing “One hundred bottles of beer on the wall”.

belgianwaffle

on 03 December 2004 at 22:29

Aren’t you the funny one, FT? After all the trouble, I took reviving you as well.

Friar Tuck

on 04 December 2004 at 17:27

Well! I see useful suggestions are not appreciated here! And I did thank you for bringing me back from the dead, sort of.

Part the Thirteenth


Posted in: The tale of Lazy Jack Silver

Bobble opened her eyes slowly. The hooded figure hovered over her but it seemed less menacing, somehow. It was also offering a cup of tea.

“I put in lots of sugar, for the shock” it said in a helpful voice.

“But, you oozed, you were a budget cutter, the Princess, LJS is coming round, Norah…”

“Now, now” said Friar Tuck kindly, for it was he, “you’ve had a bit of a shock. To be honest, we all have, Mr. Waffle was left in charge and things went a bit funny, but it’s alright now. Also, you might like to know that I’ve put on some hand cream.”

Bobble shook her head in bafflement and drank her tea. Suddenly she heard the sound of someone running up the stairs. It was Norah.

“Honestly, Bobble, you are a useless chump” she sighed in exasperation. Seeing the hooded figure she added “oh, hello Tuckers, I didn’t realise you were there, I thought you and Heather had fallen out”.

Friar Tuck drew himself up to his full height “her people and my people have been in touch and we are hammering out some kind of deal”.

“That’s nice” said Norah absently “by the by, how’s the psoriasis?”

Friar Tuck held out a scaly hand and smiled mournfully. “Well,” said Norah prosaically, “what do you expect on the NHS?”

“Anyway,” said Norah, “I can’t hang about, LJS is coming round and I have to get Waffle and Heather”.

“Oh” said Friar Tuck “so this is what this is all about” and he laughed loud and long and the sound echoed round the Schloss.  In the drawing room Heather pulled her diaphanous wrap more closely round her pretty shoulders and shivered.

***Author’s note: So this is why it was all Pam’s dream in “Dallas”. The scriptwriter went on a short holiday and found one of the main characters had been eliminated.  If you don’t get this reference, it’s not my fault that you are a mere babe in arms and too young to remember when Bobby was shot.

Comments
NorahSplog

on 04 December 2004 at 20:08

“chump”? Ooh I’ve come over all Malory Towers! 1
Sweetie(s) given

dmts

on 04 December 2004 at 20:21

oh we’re hammering out a deal are we? I need to speak to my people.

LJS

on 05 December 2004 at 12:34

And I can just whistle in the wings or whatever while this pyrotechnical blytonesque love-in goes on? Typical. Personally I thought Mr Waffle’s contribution was the most wothwhile to date in this moving tale of hope and gory.
Not it’s gone all bloody pink and smiley again….

belgianwaffle

on 05 December 2004 at 15:08

Yes, FT, good news. Norah, well spotted, I felt a bit Enid Blytony…and a sweetie too, you are kind. HJB, well only if you want to, of course. LJS, excuse me, LJS, you’re FICTIONAL.

poggle

on 05 December 2004 at 15:10

Bobby Ewing? Pam? Oh yes, I remember my Mum telling me about that …
*cough*

belgianwaffle

on 05 December 2004 at 15:13

Pog, clearly your mother was a child bride..

Friar Tuck

on 05 December 2004 at 21:32

Don’t worry Heather. Whenever there’s a deal being hammered out, I usually wind up being the nail!

poggle

on 06 December 2004 at 13:08

Of course she was waffle.
*chokes*

Bobble

on 13 December 2004 at 20:53

Hmmph.

Socialite


Posted in: Belgium

Belgium, as you will be aware, is famous for chocolate. And in Belgium, Pierre Marcolini is the acme of chocolate shops. And they have just opened a new shop on 3 floors at the bottom of the Sablon. And the other night, we were all out admiring the Christmas lights (“lighs, lighs, lighs!) and I thought I might check out the new establishment. And I was refused entry. It was the gala opening and entry was by invitation only. I have been refused entry to a chocolate shop. I think my social life may have reached a new low.

Comments
Friar Tuck

on 06 December 2004 at 01:00

Someday they will regret it! They will come on their knees begging you to set foot in their store. I’m sure of it.
I wonder how LJS would have handled the situation?

Bobble

on 06 December 2004 at 10:35

Isn’t that illegal Waffly – I thought you had an access all areas pass to Belgium’s chocolate shops?

belgianwaffle

on 07 December 2004 at 22:45

Cold comfort Loc. FT, you are surely right and with finesse, I am sure. Bobble, yes.

Modes of transport


Posted in: Princess

When we’re in the car, the Princess tends to chat away to herself. She likes to identify other road users and to compliment herself on her prowess in this regard.

“A vam, clever girl; car, bravo; tram, thas righ; bus, clever girl; bikikle, good girl.”

Comments
Friar Tuck

on 08 December 2004 at 17:20

Okay, Princess, here’s a picture of my car. Can you say “rust bucket”? Good girl!

belgianwaffle

on 09 December 2004 at 22:33

Thanks Norah, you are, as always, generous and kind with your sweeties. FT, yes she can.

Sleep tight


Posted in: Princess

I’m just back from giving her highness a bottle. Unlike every other 20 month old in the world, our baby does not sleep through the night.  At the moment she is choosing to wake up twice a night which is not as bad as last month’s thrice a night but not quite as good as September’s once a night which led us to hope that she might give it up altogether She likes to taunt us.

Anyway, now that I am back at work, we do the bottles on alternate nights. So Mr. Waffle did last night. And I heard a heartbreaking cry from her room “Mama, Mama, Mama”. And I lay there and didn’t go to her and I felt something tighten in my chest. It was really very hard. And when my loving spouse came back I said “was she ok, I heard her calling me”. And he said “oh, but she always calls for you when I go in”. And I felt terrible. So tonight Mr. Waffle is away for work and I am almost glad that I get to get up and give her her bottles. So in I went in with the bottle. She was sitting up in bed. I said “I’m here, sweetheart” and in a heartbroken voice she said “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy” Tell me, do you think she’s just playing with us?

Comments
jackdalton

on 08 December 2004 at 01:18

Absolutely. She knows a soft-touch when she sees one.
It’s an innate characteristic of the young and the non-male.
😐

Bobble

on 08 December 2004 at 11:22

She has a career in the media ahead I feel.

poggle

on 08 December 2004 at 11:52

Of course she is. That girl will go far.

lauren35

on 08 December 2004 at 20:43

as I thought, a true princess

Beth

(Homepage)

on 08 December 2004 at 20:45

She’s just proving who is in charge so you don’t forget.

belgianwaffle

on 09 December 2004 at 22:33

FT, yes, good comment. JD, you’re just being cynical. Bobble, Pog, quite possibly. Hmm, Lauren, I didn’t know thta they were supposed to be contrary. Beth, do you really think that’s at all likely?

jackdalton

on 09 December 2004 at 22:52

Cynical? Me?!

belgianwaffle

on 12 December 2004 at 22:13

My mistake, JD.