Ahh, the last weekend before school starts back. A time of last minute catch ups with our precious offspring who will very soon be going back under the influence and guidance of their teachers and peers. A chance to have a long walk, go to the park, ride our bikes, play out side anything we can think of to savour our last couple days of freedom together before that tyrant "Time" has us yet again under her iron thumb........
Well that was what happend at the end of the last holidays ! But no such luck this time around. Instead we had some unexpected visitors . Lots of visitors in fact,who have done nothing but eat and lounge around since they arrived.
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Well today I stood up for myself and told them all where to go. In no uncertain terms. They did not take the hint, so it is time for action.
So today we are gonna wash those lice right out of our hair!
We are delousing! We have the dreaded itch. The only one who didn't catch it was Topsy
...and stoically endure ...
....the dreaded Green Cap of Fumes!( Hubby had to be treated as well but he was not keen to be seen in green!).
In other news: Roosy, Topsy's stupid rooster pins down and mounts Daisy duck every time she steps off her perch and looks an easy target.
"He's doing r-a-p-e again!" Roly yells furiously (where did he learn that word?).
Poor Daisy's back and neck are looking a little worse for wear. So now that we have figured out that Daisy is not a willingly participant, Roosy gets chased by Big Mama, sprayed with the hose, and yesterday, locked up for several hours.
The chooky is Roosy's Mummy so he leaves her alone (though he used to have a go at her as well) This is a pic, though not a very good one, of Daisy having some serenity while Roosy sulks in isolation.
Have a good weekend!
Wrestling of course.
1) I eat leftovers for breakfast. Cereal and toast do not excite me one little bit bit, so if there is something decent leftover from the night before, I heat it up and start my day on that.
2) I make an appalling noise to ease my hayfever. I hate spending tons of money on my hayfever tablets, that only provide momentary relief. Hayfever is my foe more than half the year, and my ears and throat get unbearably itchy. I have discovered that by making a roaringly-loud, throat-rattling snarl while rubbing both ears frantically, the itching eases.
3) If I see more than one man, or a group of high school students sitting together on the park bench beside our next door grocery shop, I will not shop there, no matter how empty the larder is at home. In fact I will turn on my heel and go back home if I am on the way there and spot them. Once, I waited for over an hour to go buy TP (cause I was all out, and desperately needed to go) because two construction workers were having their lunch break on that bench.
4) Sometimes I wear fake glasses at home. It started out as a joke. They are a pair of cheap sunnies with the lens knocked out that I used for a Sunday School drama a while back and they look just like these in the pic. They make me feel smart.
5) A couple of years ago, I covered my hands with glue, let it dry, and then peeled it off like we used to do at school. It was fun. I liked it. Not the sticky-part, or the waiting-for-it-to-dry-part, but the peeling-it-off-part. Such fun!! I gave it up after a couple of days though, 'cause it dryed out my hands too much.
6) I am secretly afraid that I will be attacked and assaulted in our home because I am a minister's wife. I feel like it would be an easy target for someone with a vendetta against church and religion in general. Consequently, I have gone out of my way to not go home when I have encountered strange characters down our street. Plus we live on a quiet street which has a bar down the end of it.
And To Think We Almost Didn't Go!!
Yes it is true.
We were almost a no show for the medieval faire that we have been looking forward to for weeks.
Hubby is away on a conference for the weekend, and even though I had always known this, as the day of the faire loomed, I wondered if I could manage it by myself.
But.....we threw caution to the wind and ventured out for the 1 hour tripk, then the windy drive through to the heart of a forest.
The faire was just fantastic. It had the feel of a small medieval village, rather than thatof a faire. The people who had organized the event had camped in the forest for the week, and they had it set up so authentically.
The boys loved everything about the faire ( as I had guessed) whereas Diva was underwhelmed (which also did not surprise me). Next time we would bring more of our own food, just because two of the kids were just not all that into medieval morsels. Also, next time Topsy will be walking. Thank goodness for that, because manoevering the pram along the forest track was no mean feat.
I was sad we couldn't stay till the feast at the end. It was super cheap, and apparantly a buffet. I figured it would just be sausage rolls etc, and so we came far too early to stay for it, on purpose. Well, you should have seen the meat and delicacies they were preparing. Next time!!!!
Alright, enough chatter. Without further ado, I present to you the faire, as experienced by us.
This was the main building. Our pram was the only one there. Can you see it?Inside there was a display of men's garments, weaponry, and chain mail. A couple of women were weaving a tapestry. And a large fire pit burned in the centre of the building.
The chain mail garment looks like nothing special in this shot, but it was impressive in real life.
Here is a Dad feeding his daughter beside the fire pit. The 'villagers' were mainly family's. I do not know why that surprised me. It was nice. The kids all seemed to be enjoying themselves.
This 'warrior' let me take a pic of him removing his boots at the end of a mock battle.
Here is my little crew at the other entrance to the main building.
One group of men practised some form of martial arts.
The warriors fought in groups of three, or one-on-one. None of the actual 'battle' pics turned out, sadly
At the end they charged us, stopping with mere inches to spare. Great fun!
"Simple Simon met a pie man, going to the faire....."
This pie man was great at selling his wares. He sang only slightly better than Cacofonix the Bard (from Asterix fame), and was not a very good rhymer either. His personality made up for it though.
His wares? Pies!
Spinach and cheese; egg and veggie; apple; and blueberry.
Spindles was begging to go in these!
Isn't this girl just gorgeous in her outfit?
This cloaked boy was shy, but allowed a photo. ( I needed photos in case I want someone to make something similar one day)
Roly got two lots of archery lessons. He wasn't bad either. The target?......
Easter Bunny!???!!!
The next few shots are of some medieval tents and structures.
(What is Topsy stooping down to touch? A great steaming cow pat! )
Sorry so many pics. Now off to soak in the bath and then bed !
