My shampoo is made with kiwi, kumquat and
fig. What on earth is this about? Washing-up liquid is available in “red berry”
for those who are tired of traditional lemon.
Very odd.
on 07 November 2005 at 19:34
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on 07 November 2005 at 21:02
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on 08 November 2005 at 08:11
JD, quite.
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on 08 November 2005 at 11:04
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on 08 November 2005 at 13:09
“Give me a raise or you’ll find less than a tangerine in your locker later”
Simple and effective :o)
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on 08 November 2005 at 14:45
It’s all meant to seduce you. They don’t have Asparagus and Sprout Shampoo or Turnip and Cauliflower Conditioner.
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Friar Tuck
on 08 November 2005 at 16:50
on 09 November 2005 at 15:14
UC, yum yum, turnip and cauliflower.
FT, excellent.
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Early Days
Since the arrival of the boys, the Princess likes to hear stories about when she was small(er) and while her grandparents were over, I told her the story of grandad’s lost underpants which I have previously blogged about but which I repeat below for your delectation:
My father-in-law, the captain of industry, resorted to handwashing. However, my mother-in-law determined that the capt’s clothes would never dry in the shower and put them on the balcony, from whence “a garment†drifted down into the private area of the guesthouse. A couple of days later I was witness to the exquisitely embarrassing moment when the lady of the house asked my poor mortified father-in-law whether the garment she was holding between outstretched finger and thumb belonged to him.
The Princess liked the story and now, regularly, when I put her to bed she says, “Tell me the story of grandad’s underpants again.”
By the by, I have found a pair of black men’s underpants nestling under the heater in the spare room. I wonder whose they are?
In other news, the boys are six weeks old today. The books tell us that we may confidently expect smiles from now on. I suspect that Faith and G are much more likely to get first smiles as they tend to gaze at the boys lovingly while feeding them while their nearest and dearest tend to read the papers. Oh have a heart, we’re still knee deep in newsprint from the parent-in-law visit and somebody has to read all those Guardians.
Example of dialogue with husband:
Me: Whenever I see you with one of the babies, I’m reminded of that bit from Hilary Clinton’s autobiography (which we listened to on tape while on holiday one Summer, NOT recommended, hugely tedious).
Him: The bit where she talks about the cold meat selection at Nelson Mandela’s inauguration?
Me: No.
Him: The bit where they fill the swimming pool in India with mineral water for her?
Me: NO.
Him:Oh alright the bit where Chelsea bites Bill on the nose to try to get his attention.
Comments
giftofthegab
on 07 November 2005 at 17:23
how do you know the pants belong to a black man? oh wait, i see. i’m also agog. happy 6 weeks!
jackdalton
on 07 November 2005 at 21:06
Probably Locote’s…
belgianwaffle
on 08 November 2005 at 08:10
Minks, er, it’s not 6 weeks, clearly my focus isn’t all it might be.
GoG, very funny, maybe my syntax does need some work though…
JD, I beg your pardon??