Bus trip

I had occasion to go into town today to sort out my new iPhone, kindly donated to me by Dr Lauren seeing as she has a new iPhone 5 

Took all day, Lordy! 

But anyway almost done.

Spent quite a while on the bus, and have noted something.

The ordinary folk,  stylish folk, everday Cambridge folk, these are the ones who never speak to me.

Those would be the Village People previously mentioned in other blogs .

The really odd people with  tattoos on their faces, wearing interesting clothes, truly alarming headgear, 

sporting  injuries of a distressing nature, those are the people that speak to me.

I have decided this is due to my mad hair.

And my Saffa Accent which I thought I had lost, but apparently not, as pointed out to me on the bus today by a young man who had a snake tattooed on his face.

Baby B

Well, will you look at that! 

Bethany Rose, after keeping us waiting , eventually arrived! 

Dr Lauren didn't actually tell me that she had gone into hospital 2 days prior to the birth, so that I wouldn't faff.

Really? Me? Faff? 

She and Darling Simon are just lovely parents indeed, and The Gorgeous Son has put his photography skills to amazing use.

I have learnt to say Buggy and not pram or push chair.

Can't bring myself to say Nursery instead of Nursery School.

Do see the sense in saying Johnson's Oil , not Baby Oil ( as in olive oil made from olives, peanut oil made from peanuts ... baby oil made from....

Same for powder, which, by the way is Verboten...as is alcohol swabbing of the cord, baths for new babies, sitz baths for moms and supplementary feeds by bottle. 

They use a syringe. Why did we never think of that? Nipple confusion is a Big Thing.

She is just lovely.

Xmas is coming....

Shocking news...with all the Xmas mail, it is taking TWO DAYS for a first class parcel to arrive...and THREE for a second class.

Even Amazon's one day delivery is taking more than one day.

I was in the local Post Office to send a  few parcels, the queue was about...at worst...10 minutes.

The old chap behind me moaned non stop.

Haven't queued like this since the war!

This would never happen in France (?)

This is what happens when foreigners run the post office

 ( Bangladeshi family who have lived here for 25 years!)

Country is going to the dogs.

I was pretty well behaved for the first 8 minutes, then I told him how it worked in third world countries.

That it was no use bitching about the end of two deliveries a day.

That a ten minute queue was nothing.

And why didn't he move to France.

I said all this very nicely, in a quiet, polite, but probably awfully sarcastic manner.

I then looked on aghast as he shoplifted about 7 items.

He was old.

I didn't want him to be arrested.

I offered the foreign Bangladeshi very nice friendly owner who is always pleasant to me £10 after he had left the shop.

She just smiled.

Said "it's OK" 

RIP Madiba

I feel so very very sad today.

I feel very very far away from South Africa.

Of course, all the family, and Facebook friends and so on...but for me, the worst  thing was going to Tesco, and truly being the only sad person there.

I know it  sounds really pathetic, but I wanted to say... " I AM VERY SAD " 

If I was in South Africa, in Pick and Pay, we would have all been sad together.

Instead, I am home alone, watching Johnny Clegg and crying by myself.

And nobody in Tesco gives a damn . 

Well, indeed, why would they? 

Crazy...I am remembering voting in the first elections, voting ANC in the  Free State, one of very few white people in the four hour queue!

I saw Madiba .

 Just once, but isn't that all you need? 

Baby Watch

Any minute now, I may become an Ouma (Grandma, Nanna, for my Pom Friends)

We are last days down on Baby Watch.

So far, this is what we know...

Baby is a girl!

This is what she looks like....

Thank you " Meet your baby.com 4 D "

We are very excited! 

I always hoped that I would have a brief moment since Dr Lauren was 4 years old that I may know more than her, that when she had a baby she may turn to her mommy for help, wisdom and advice.

Not so much.

It's a bugger having a child who is a doctor specialising in obs and gynae.

Perhaps she will not be so specialised in sleep deprivation.

Surely I must have some input? 

I was a specialist La leche ( damn! Why can I never put the dashes over the e?) consultant for 4 years? 

This seems to count for nothing.

Bugger.

Anyway, we are very excited. 

Thanks to Little Hero Photography...

Baby will be the  most photographed babba ever 

 

Waiting waiting waiting for baby...

Lovely London and Everything Else

I have shamefully neglected this blog, but as I have said before...I am becoming so much of a Pom that there is not quite so much to note anymore.

I shall cover many aspects of Life and Pomdom in this update.

First....

Lovely lovely London...The Fourth Plinth. 

Almost time for the next exhibit, so, luckily saw this one on time.

Large Blue Cock.

Lordy!

Weather update.

Absolutely unbelievable and amazing. 

Blue skies! No snow! No wind! No rain!

(No more exclamation points please.)

The Gorgeous Son, whom we obviously saw on the London Trip.

He has a New Pom Girlfriend.

We have not met her thus far.

Was beginning to wonder if perhaps there was something seriously wrong with her .

But , just as well we didn't meet her this weekend.

The Hubby accidently shaved his eyebrows off with his new beard trimmer.

(Don't even ask)

I was attacked (again) by the Bad Packing Fairy , making me look like a bag lady in mismatching clothes and shoes.

So, just as well as it happens, that The New Pom Girlfriend was otherwise engaged.

The main reason for a The Great London Weekend was a trip The Royal Albert Hall to see Jools  Holland.

It was fabulous.

We stayed in a very fancy schmancy hotel and took loads of taxis.

With Jools Holland, was ( thank goodness, very briefly) Mel C

Now, I am not an expert on the Spice Girls per se, but we all know Posh Spice, Baby Spice, Scary Spice...who remembers this one? 

She was terrible, and it was reported the next day in the press that she wore an "elegant one piece lace jumpsuit "

Rubbish.

It was a pyjama onesie.

But, apart from that , was a fantastic show.

Never ever seen piano playing like that before. 

Ever.

Loved it!