You may be familiar with the Alessi range of products: attractive, expensive
and deeply impractical.  I am the proud
owner of Floss Man or “interdental thread holder in light
blue” as he is known on the Alessi website (maybe not the best translation from
the Italian).  For Floss Man to work you
need to thread the floss through his mouth. 
ItÂ’s easier for a camel to enter the eye of a needle, I assure you.  Yesterday I, mother of a toddler and infant
twins spent 10 minutes threading Floss Man.  There are times when I wonder whether I am
insane.

belgianwaffle

on 03 November 2005 at 11:32

JD, surely some mistake..
FT, probably better not. 0
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The other night, Mr. Waffle and I were sitting
in (as opposed to the evenings we are out tripping the light fantastic) and it
was bucketing rain ouside.

Me: Is there anything nicer than sitting inside
warm, dry and comfy when itÂ’s cold and wet outside?

Him (pause): Well, the entire tourism and
leisure industries are predicated on the belief that, in fact, there is.

groupie

on 26 October 2005 at 12:40

And what about camping? The best bit about being in a tent is when you can hear the rain on the canvas outside, and you get to snuggle down inside your sleeping bag and drink whiskey – surely? 0
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beachhutman

on 26 October 2005 at 19:31

Sound man, Mr W. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 27 October 2005 at 11:24

Um, maybe Mike. Groupie, this was never a feature of camping holidays with my parents; I mean the whiskey. BHM, eh? 0
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beachhutman

on 28 October 2005 at 23:51

Very sound. Logical. Very sound and logical. And intelligent. Sound, very, and logical and intelligent.
Where did you find him ? 0
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belgianwaffle

on 03 November 2005 at 11:27

in front of a fridge guarding beer. 0
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In hospital, people were constantly sticking
needles into me.  One nurse said
“Vous avez des veines comme un bûcheron”.   I asked Mr. Waffle why they would say that I had veins like a cork (comme
un bouchon).  He looked surprised then
asked “could it have been “comme un bûcheron?’” Ah yes, that was it, what does that
mean?  “Like a woodcutter”.  Fantastic, kick the patient when she’s down.

belgianwaffle

on 27 October 2005 at 11:21

I dunno Mike but I wish I did.
Kristin, indeed.. 0
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July – France
August – Brussels
September – Brussels
November – Chicago

I rang home yesterday and she was out so I had, quite possibly, my
longest phone conversation ever with my father (5 minutes and 12
seconds).  Normally I say “Hello Daddy, it’s me” and he says “I’ll
get your mother”.  Anyhow, he said “she’s off getting our tickets
for France”.  What?  “Yes, we’re off to France on Wednesday,
we need to stock up on wine”.   Good grief, it’s non-stop
travel for the loving parents.

And in other news, the twins are exactly four weeks old as I write and
I am still alive.  Though tired.  Very tired.  And also
getting very good at typing with one hand.

JoJo

on 25 October 2005 at 14:22

I can’t believe you are doing so much blogging. Are you sure those lovely boys are real??? 0
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Minkleberry

on 25 October 2005 at 15:38

4 weeks old- and still alive. You are my inspiration. 0
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jackdalton

on 25 October 2005 at 16:53

So is that two weeks each or four for both. If you know what I mean…. 😉 0
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belgianwaffle

on 26 October 2005 at 11:08

Thanks Norah. Oh yeah, they’re real alright Jojo, but they mostly come out at night.
Renee, fathers, they have a lot in common.
I know Minks, amazing, thank you.
That would be 4 each smarty pants.
FT, YES. 0
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My mother tells me that tax defaulters have
been published in the paper. ItÂ’s extraordinary.  My parents’ next door neighbours have been
done for €40,000 (thatÂ’s tax they havenÂ’t paid, imagine the income).  Friends of my parents got done for €30,000 (my
mother believes this is all a horrible mistake).  And some very rich, though distant, relatives
of ours got done for an absolute fortune (no, really, a fortune).

belgianwaffle

on 26 October 2005 at 11:09

Yes, FT, those are precisely my thoughts. In fact, I still regret it because my parents are busy spending my inheritance and I bet the rels still have loads of cash. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 27 October 2005 at 11:22

Probably. 0
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A good friend of mine is a solicitor practising
in the midlands.  I got an email from her
recently containing the following moan “All well here except no
secretary all week and punters with cocaine
problems – I mean cocaine in Kinnegad what is the world coming to?”   You can only agree.  On discussing matters with her, she tells me
that she was quizzing the Gardai and they say that cocaine is everywhere in the
medium sized town where she works “taken by people like yourself miss”.  “Not me” she said in indignation.  “No, of course not you, miss”.  She also got to hear about the local
brothel.   Good Lord.

jackdalton

on 25 October 2005 at 16:57

He’s just pulling her leg. My own Garda sources tell me it’s not in The Gad at all: much closer to Edenderry…. 😉 0
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belgianwaffle

on 26 October 2005 at 11:10

Pog, one assumes not. JD, you betray terrifying intimacy with Kinnegad. 0
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jackdalton

on 26 October 2005 at 19:41

I once had reason to travel through those and adjacent townlands on a fairly regular basis… and a more forlorn back-end of nowhere, you couldn’t hope to find. With all due respect to your pal who’s stuck in what was then known as Connellan country… 😉 0
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