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Let them eat cake.

Today I delivered a banana loaf to a friend whose husband had a mammoth (and I mean mammoth – some 11 hours from going into anaesthetics to being out of recovery) heart op on Tuesday.

I’m sure I used to be the sort of person who, when friends were having a rough time, had many words of wisdom and empathy. I don’t know if it’s a product of my experiences over the last few years or what, but these days I find the words have completely gone, and all I can ever think of to do is make cake and thrust it at people in a sort of mute sympathy.

People seem quite happy with this arrangement!

Charity shop hilarity

So, yesterday I was in Oxfam, browsing the glassware and crockery, as is my wont. As I browsed I was thinking of my friend K, who has a very similar taste in 70s crockery (particularly coffee pots) to me. She also regularly browses charity shops in our town and often gets there before me.
Then I spotted a marvellous coffee pot. Really marvellous. She’d love it, and so do I.
As I was paying for it, in walks K.
“Ha!” I say, in an unchristian fashion, “I have just found a marvellous coffee pot. It’s wrapped and in my bag. Tee hee, I got there first.”
“Let’s have a look”, she says. I unwrap a corner so she can see the pattern.
“That was mine!” she says “I donated it a few weeks ago.”
While we dissolved into hysteria in a corner, I think the man working at the till was a bit concerned I was going to demand my money back, K was going to demand her coffee pot back, so she could just give it to me. But we decided that everyone (including Oxfam) was a winner in this situation and left it at that.

Here I am again…

Getting back into the habit of saying absolutely nothing on the internet. I’ve been trying to decide whether to fill you in on the last few months or just pretend we were never away and plough back in.

I think it’s going to be the latter, but I really should mention that Ginger finally had her cleft lip operation nearly five weeks ago, and now has a whole new look. Photos at some point. Oh, and Groover has started school.

Lots of other things too, but those are probably the main news items.

I’ve been told I have to start blogging again.

There’s been a bit (a bit?!) of a lull since – ahem – July. Sorry about that.
Last night mr b and I were looking through some old posts (mainly looking for some photos) and commenting that it’s nice to look back at posts from the last few years. So I am now under instruction to start blogging again.
Which of course means I can’t think of anything to write…

Things I very nearly said last week

But didn’t, because I am either chicken or too polite.

1. On bumping into a friend I hadn’t seen for a while, with his two boys, the elder of whom is about Groover’s age….
He said: Aren’t you finding them [his son & groover] just lovely at the moment? Sam’s so sensible now, I can just leave him to get on with things as I know he’ll amuse himself, and do as he’s told.
I said: No.
I wanted to say: No. That’s not normal, your child is a freak.

2. In an appointment with a consultant geneticist. He explained that when a child has a lot of characteristics/problems which might indicate a syndrome, but they’re not sure what, they put a list of that child’s stuff into a database and see what it comes up with.
I wanted to say: So, to be a consultant geneticist, you basically have to be able to google?

3. (I should note that between incidents 2 and 3, I had a phone conversation which put me in a Very Bad Mood Indeed.) This was to the woman in front of us in a supermarket queue. Luckily for her mr b was with me as a calming influence.
I wanted to say: Excuse me, but in what universe is it acceptable behaviour for you to deposit your boyfriend empty handed in the queue for the till while you go and do your shopping, so you arrive with your basket and give it to him, effectively queue-jumping in front on loads of other people? Also, stop talking in a loud voice about how you’re still having an adrenalin rush because you just jumped out of a plane. We don’t care. Go back and do it again without the parachute and I might be a little bit impressed.

I told you I was grumpy.

Sorry about the long silence….

Bloggable things have happened; I just haven’t told you about them!

Last weekend we had a few days at centreparcs which was lovely. Lots of hanging about in the swimming pool, which led to lots of conversations about Ginger with interested children. I am really quite good at explaining cleft lip & palate, and ng feeding, to small children, if I say so myself…. this was the best conversation though:

I was being interrogated by a four-year-old boy about what was on Ginger’s face (her tube) and why her lip and nose look different. A girl of about eight, evidently the boy’s sister, came over, and (prompted I suspect by their mother) said “Is my brother being rude?”
Me: No, we’re just talking about Ginger, and that’s fine. He’s been asking me why she looks different and I’ve been explaining.
Her: Well, if he’s being rude, just tell him to go away.
(At this point we are joined by another sister, aged about six.)
Me: No, that’s fine. It’s okay to ask, Ginger does look different and it’s silly to pretend she doesn’t. It’s much better to ask.
The boy continues to interrogate me as the girls look on.
8-year-old girl: You know, you’re right. She does look different, because no-one else in this swimming pool has such a beautiful smile.

Can’t argue with that.
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eep!

I’ve been discovered! Bits of my life are starting to collide here!

(Hello Jo!)

 

There are posts in the pipeline, they’re just ones I want to get right before I publish them. There – that’ll make you think there’s somthing profound coming…

In other news, we’ve been home for 14 nights!

Okaaaay

Last night, Groover came out with his first ever spontaneous prayer. (We say thank you to Jesus with him every evening, but usually he’s fairly uninterested, occasionally deigning to add an ‘amen’.) I reproduce it here for you delectation:

“Jesus! You have to bring back Samson to fight the philistines! Do it now! And give him strong powers, like me! Now! Amen!!”

 

If you’re not having prayer answered at the moment, it’s because Jesus is still puzzling over that one.