Kids finished school for the summer. Took them about two minutes to start fighting. Gah. When's September??
At least they had good school reports. In summary, apparently they are both very clever, but have trouble tolerating their mere mortal class mates. Oh well, so what - another pair of computer geeks with poor social skills join the heaving masses, will anyone notice? Doubt it.
Baby Oubliette - whom is going to have to be rechristened Toddler Oubliette real soon as the girl is very nearly three - has this week decided she is a Lion, (or Tiger, she hasn't specified.) It involves her crawling around, meowing, and just when you least expect it, she launches herself at you, as if you are a cowering ickle gazelle. Adding a slightly surreal touch she yells her name mid-pounce, rather than a more accurate roar.
Quite a normal family.
What else happened to us?
Hmmm. A bloke called to the door and offered us two years free tv if we let them dig up the garden. Considering the state of the garden, I wouldn't have cared if he wanted to do it for free... (apparently they're upgrading the network in our area..) It's quite nice to get something for free, this never happens to me.
It happens to Mr Oubliette all the time though. We're getting a free dinner in the new Wagamama's restaurant that is opening up near us soon. Hurrah! Mr Oub, the luckiest man alive wins every draw he ever enters, hence this latest win. I can't wait. The Oub family love Wagamama's. The kids are huge Asian food fans. Gyoza, sushi, edamami, they love the lot of it. Of course the free dinner is just for two, so we're going to have to lie to them. Oh well, no change there then.
Lastly on the exciting week that was with us, I was summoned to the garden, 10.30pm, think it was Thursday, to watch the International Space Station pass overhead. It was actually rather impressive to see it zoom by. And this is high praise from me. I am underwhelmed by space travel. While I understand peoples fascination with it, I can't help trotting out the 'can't we feed all the starving babies in the world first before we go to the moon.' This drives Mr Oub mad. He doesn't care about the starving babies - he's mean like that - he just wants to be an astronaut and bounce about the place up there. (He claims the science used in space stuff is helping man kind, but I dunno, can a starving baby eat a bit of satellite? I think not...)
The rest of the week was kids fighting, allotment weeding, and melting in the heat.
This hasn't really been the most exciting post. But as I said a few posts ago, I am just going to write and if it's as dull as I suspect this post has been, then, so be it. Hopefully I will find the magic again. It is out there, I know it!
Anyway, I'm off to try and write a poem for the Poetry Bus tomorrow.