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Duty, Stern Duty

2 June, 2014 at 10:51 pm by belgianwaffle

Michael was sick one morning and Mr. Waffle stayed at home with him. By 11, Michael was fully recovered. To be fair, he had been awake crying in the night with a sore tummy (possibly starvation, I worry, 4 cream crackers do not a balanced dinner make) so it wasn’t malingering but the ailment was clearly not serious.

That night, as we corrected Daniel’s homework (which was also Michael’s homework as they are in the same class), Mr Waffle asked me, “Should we make Michael do the homework?” For me, there was only one answer to that question, namely, “Are you insane?” This little interchange tells you a lot about our respective personalities.

Mr. Waffle’s Muesli’s Philosophy

11 April, 2014 at 5:01 pm by belgianwaffle

From the side of the packet:

“Our Philosophy: We partner with dedicated suppliers to deliver the best for you, working with inspiring foods and ingredients from both home & abroad. Signature Tastes is a great way to bring friends, families and communities together to create real moments of joy & celebration.”

Frankly, I think that’s quite a big ask for a bowl of muesli. It’s clearly pushing the envelope as, going forward, it seeks to be a thought leader in the challenging and diverse world of breakfast cereal philosophy.

More Branding

7 April, 2014 at 10:33 pm by belgianwaffle

Trinity College Dublin is re-branding an event which the Irish Times is covering in tedious and unnecessary detail.

In other news, a man drove into the gates of Trinity. I notified Mr. Waffle.

From: Me
To: Mr. Waffle
Subject: Cor

Man (68) arrested after car smashes through TCD gates.

In response:

From: Mr. Waffle
To: Me
Subject: Man (68) arrested after car smashes through TCD gates

That’s the gates of “Trinity College, the University of Dublin” to you.

Happy Birthday

19 March, 2014 at 10:57 pm by belgianwaffle

Today is Mr. Waffle’s birthday. It always casts an ominous shadow over mine on the 10th. Almost invariably, he gets me a lovely, thoughtful present. My pleasure is always tempered by the knowledge that I have nothing for him and by the 19th, I will have to rustle up something.

Oh yes, it’s all about me. Anyhow, when he came in from work this evening the children and I sat him down and gave him a glass of wine. The Princess had made madeleines during the afternoon while we were at work and he had them as his birthday cake. She is a virtuous child. Mr. Waffle often asks for these but the children and I prefer our cakes to be iced and to include chocolate. His family are frugal in their habits; a marietta biscuit between five of them is plenty. These are good genes. Michael has them in spades.

I thought that I should note that my husband is a saint. I intended to give lots of examples of his virtue, including, for example, that I still don’t know how to operate the washing machine and yet we have clean clothes. A daily miracle. As it is late, one earlier example of virtue will have to suffice. After dinner, I told him to go and sit down and I would clean up when the dishwasher had finished. I went upstairs to harass the retreat (or “sing a lullaby” as it is known locally) and what unmistakeable sounds did I hear from the kitchen? Yes, indeed, my husband had cast his book aside and was cleaning up after his birthday dinner.

Definitely, the best husband.

The Wisdom of Belgians

12 March, 2014 at 10:04 pm by belgianwaffle

I got my hair cut recently. I was speaking with some enthusiasm about the new hairdresser when Mr. Waffle commented, “Il faut jamais changer du coiffeur”. “Eh?” “Remember, the obstetrician said it when you were giving birth.” I am glad that he has treasured this advice all these years to be produced at an opportune moment.

More Birthday – Normal Service Resumes Tomorrow

10 March, 2014 at 8:34 pm by belgianwaffle

Mr. Waffle and I went for a birthday walk in the mountains today. It was an absolutely beautiful day as you can see from this photo taken in town at 9 this morning.

Unfortunately, my pictures from the mountains do not do the day justice. But never mind, I will make you suffer anyhow.

Before:

During:

[Sore knee from skiing - Andorra '96 - coming back to haunt me somewhat during the ascent along with pulled calf from tennis match on Friday night. This is what happens to the elderly.]

And the view from the café afterwards:

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My 5 year old niece has just called me because she remembered it was my birthday – that’s the kind of dedication we like to see in young children. My father and aunt sent cards. I got lovely presents from family members. Lots of people emailed. This is the first birthday, though, when I haven’t spoken to my mother because she is just not well enough to talk to me. She is, however, the person who taught me to continue enjoying birthdays as a grown-up so I am sure that she would be delighted that I am still celebrating with enthusiasm.

Here is my cake.

Basking in Reflected Glory

10 January, 2014 at 10:12 pm by belgianwaffle

One Sunday, the Princess did a second reading, Mr. Waffle did a bit at the start of mass and all the children did prayers of the faithful. I didn’t do anything, though, as Mr. Waffle pointed out, “We’re not the ones who need practice with our public speaking.”

As Mr. Waffle was doing his bit, a neighbour in the seat behind poked me in the ribs and said, “He’d be perfect for RTE.” I assume, a compliment. The American priest said mass; we’re getting used to him. At the end, he singled out herself for particular praise, “I would like to compliment the young lady who read the second reading; it’s a difficult text and she read it beautifully.” Everybody dutifully clapped and herself was mortified, though pleased. This kind of announcement in the church is, of course, the kind of thing I normally despise but, like many another thing, it’s never so bad when you’re involved yourself.

I think I have reached the high water mark in church engagement. From here, it’s all downhill. Indeed, Michael has recently begun pumping the air when the priest says “Mass is ended” which is unwelcome.


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