On Making it Through the Rain

Well, we made it throught the rain and have had our first hot and sunny weekend for...I don't know how long.  Roberto is in cave man mode and is polishing up the barbie as we speak, ready to do his Jamie Oliver spare ribs.  Also, now that the sun is shining, Roberto is starting to do my head in again about his solar power.  Don't get me wrong, I love that we have free hot water but honestly, I don't need to know about the inner workings of the solar roof panels.  Just too much information.  I am feeling a big glazed already. 

Our neighbours asked the other day if they could put up a swing on a bit of our land, which is adjacent to their garden, for their little boy who is three years old.  We told them that would be okay but I've just looked over and there's now a bouncy castle, a tent and a bunch of kids running around squawking.  Is it just me, or do you think that's a bit cheeky of them?  Folks eh?  Give 'em an inch....

...and the good news is, it's St Swithin's day....and the sun is shining - Yippeeee!!

So we are just having a nice quiet Sunday.  Hope yours is good too. 

Squawk soon, mes amis.

Olympic Bore

Is it just me, or is anyone else completely bored already with all the Olympic hype?  I admit, I am not a sporty person and the only sport I like is Formula 1 and Wimbledon Tennis, which involves the art of sitting on my botty and watching on TV. 

Why do they need so many people to run round the UK with the Olympic torch?  Why don't they just ask a few really fast athletes to do it?  They'd get it done much quicker that way.  It makes me laugh they way it is all taken so seriously.  I mean, does a flame really need so many bodyguards?  It is taken so seriously that a woman in Lincolnshire, who wrote something on her Facebook wall about putting the flame out with her son's water pistol, had the police at her door questioning her as if she was a terrorist.  What is that all about?  It begs the question, out of the squillions of Facebook accounts, how on earth did they manage to home in on that woman's FB page so quickly, especially if it was not an 'open' account? 

I think it's hilarious the way that some games are now an Olympic sport, like Ping Pong for example.  Imagine the ancient Greeks playing Ping Pong (hey, Achilles, the ball was in!...You cannot be serious, Zeus!)...or Beach Volley Ball for that matter (Athena, you great numptie, you've broken my nail with that throw.  That bloody ball is heavy!). 

I know that security has to be tight for the Olympics but to put surface to air missiles on the top of a block of flats in London, and then tell the world on mainstream media that they are doing it, is just beyond a joke don't you think?  If anyone was thinking of attacking, they would just have to look for that particular block of flats on Google Maps.  Why advertise it to the world?  What about the poor b****ds that live in the flats? 

Anyway, just had to get it off my chest, so to speak.  The Printemps household will definitely be an Olympic-free zone this summer.  I'd rather watch paint dry....in fact, maybe I'll just do that. 

Squeak soon, mes amis.

A Few Little Molly Musings for the Weekend

Well, today I had my final appointment with Dr Sultana re: broken wrist.  I waited for around half an hour in the waiting room and then was in and out in 30 seconds.  Phew!  Everything is back to normal again, so I can now play the violin (joke!). 

We had a nice Jubilee Saturday lunch with our friends William and Kate (no relation!).  William is a farmer friend from oop the lane.  It got a bit chilly later on so we ended up coming inside and Kate and me sang along to my Gilbert O'Sullivan CD - remember him girls?  William got a bit squiffy on the red wine so Kate had to drive them back oop the lane - a rare occurence for him to let her drive his Porsche Boxter (or is it Boxer?) as it's his mid-life crisis toy.  Am I getting a sense of deja vu here? 

Meanwhile, back at our village Inconvenience Store, the ditzy blonde manageress, Samantha,  has left her long term boyfriend for a delivery driver who was just about to get married and called it all off, leaving his former fiance completely devastated.  I tell you, it all happens in this village. It's better than Emmerdale, believe me.

 

...and another thing.  Can't believe my brother.  He actually went to Screwfix and loved it.  Must be a man thing.  Or maybe there's a cute little girl behind the counter called Epinine who has black spider leg eyelashes.

Have a good weekend, mes petits choux

On Rusty Nails

Well, I am officially accident prone.  Today I was tidying the jungle that is my front garden when I accidentally stood on a nail that was poking out of a piece of wood...that the builders had kindly left when they were doing our extension.  Now having to have a little trip to the doctors to get a tetanus jab.  It's just as well nobody was walking down our lane because they would have been shocked at my language.  I was effing and blinding and hopping about like a mad woman.  I would have frightened any small children who happened to be passing by.  Must have a word with Roy, our builder, and kick his sorry ass - with my right foot (the left one is now incapacitated). 

Roberto is in his shed at the moment trying to rig up a flagpole for his Union Jack for the Queen's Diamond Jubilee.  I can hear a lot of hammering going on, and a bit of swearing as well.  I have some Union Jack bunting for him to put up as well and some Union Jack napkins and cups.  Should be a laugh when we invite our friends round who are a bit anti-Royal.  Can't wait. 

We have had glorious sunshine all week.  It feels like being on holiday - it's wonderful.  Hope it's just as wonderful where you are, chers amis.

Bon Weekend!

Don't You Just Love Betty & Beryl?

A huge congratulations to Betty and Beryl who are aged 90 and 86 respectively.  Not only do they have a hilarious local BBC radio show in Hull but they won a Sony award the other night for the best radio entertainment show in the UK.  It just goes to show that you are never too old to be successful.  Well done ladies!! 

Bank Holiday Musing

I'd like to do cartwheels round the garden now that I am free of the plaster on my broken wrist, but unfortunately, I can't just yet.  Am working on it though.  That little hospital in Goole is amazing, and I am saying that as someone who just doesn't 'do' illness of any sort.  I was in and out in one hour, plaster free and on my way home - wahay!!  I asked the doctor, whose name was Dr Sultana,  if I would be able to play the violin now and he said 'did you play the violin before?'  I replied, 'No...just thought I'd ask.'

The rain has finally stopped in East Yorkshire and the sun is shining, although it's still bitterly cold.  Have you noticed how nobody says "global warming" any more?  They now say "climate change."  I've got news for you...climate changes every day - deal with it!

Anyway, have a good Bank Holiday weekend chers amis.

Drought, My A**e!

The whole of East Yorkshire has been declared as being a drought zone.  I am at a loss to understand why, since it has been raining non-stop for the best part of three weeks.  In fact, it rained so much that I thought I was back in Glasgow. 

The other day I even needed my drought umbrella just to get from the car to the bank - a two minute walk.  Yes, dear followers, I can drive short distances now.  I still have a plaster on my broken wrist but it's not aching so much now.  I drove through deep drought puddles all this week during my little trips through drought land.  Roberto was stressing about me getting the car wet after he had waxed it last weekend.  I told him not to worry because it wouldn't get wet because of the serious drought conditions.

Anyway, enough of that.  The world is crazy enough already, don't you think? 

Last weekend I had uncontrollable hysterics in the Screwfix shop.  I was reluctant to go because it's just SO boring but Roberto needed a bit of pipe for our new Belfast sink, so off we trotted to the new Screwfix in Goole. 

A little girl called Epinine, who looked about 12 years old, took Roberto's order and that was all fine.  Then from the back of the shop this big lanky guy who worked in the warehouse came out and started talking to Epinine.  Now, the poor guy had a speech impediment, and please don't think I laugh at people with problems, but it was so unexpected and I got a bit of a fright.  It sounded as if he was talking out of his nose - I have never heard anything like it in my life.  Well, my face was bright red with trying to hold in the laughter. I had to put my head down and my shoulders were shaking.  The little girl behind the counter started laughing as well because she realised what I was laughing at.  Eventually, unable to control myself, I said to Roberto "I have to leave right now."  I can't ever go back there - RESULT!!

I'm loving The Voice on BBC1 on Saturday evenings.  Will.i.am is just wonderful.  I just watch it for him really. 

Have a good weekend, mes amis.