Memes and other fun stuff

Oh today was such a domestic, excitment-free day. A day that makes single, childless people look and point and laugh in ones direction.

Do you want to know what we did?

Try and stay awake.

1) We had to buy a new tumble dryer. The old one, for some reason decided after being run every day for the past ten years, to suddenly give up. Wimp. And seeing as Ireland has reverted to type, and is raining like the end of days at the moment, (and I have three children so inclined to dirt that it surprises me that social services haven't been round) a dryer is a necessity.

2) I bought a couple a new beakers for Toddler Oub.

3) A new kitchen timer was purchased.

4) We did the grocery shopping. Lidl for the bulk of things, Aldi for all the posh stuff. Tescos is like Harrods to us.

Really, I know, you would love to be swapping lives with me right now.

The highlight of the day though was that I paid a quick visit to TK Maxx. In the craft section I found a four pack of American Craft Thickers for 8.99! Of course, 99.9% of you now are going 'huh?!' But there is that .1% of ye who are going, 'What, a four pack of American Craft Thickers for only 8.99!! You jammy bastard.'

All this was done today with a poor sick Toddler Oub in tow. She woke up last night barking like a circus seal. My mammy sense tingled and I diagnosed a case of the croup. Poor baby. But really, nearly as embarrassing as the wimpy tumble dryer. You expect your kids to pick up more colds etc once they start preschool - but really, she's only been there a week - and for three days of that there were no other children!

But, just so the day won't be a complete waste, I'm going to accept the meme challenge laid down on Titus' blog.

Eight questions to be answered...

1. Why did you start blogging?

Probably as a way of avoiding all the things I should be doing. But I think I felt driven to start blogging by various female newspaper journalist who write regular columns on domestic life. I felt I could do better. Hmmm. Lets just say, two years on the paper editors have yet to sack those writers, and I'm still languishing, unappreciated, in my damp oubliette.

2. If you could travel anywhere in the world with no restriction of costs, where would it be and why?

Can I answer 'Everywhere'? I love to travel, and I find it hard to pick one place over anywhere else. All I ask is that I travel in complete luxury, nothing less than first class and five stars.



3. Did you have a teacher in school that had a great influence on your life? If so, what?

My mother said that if she went to one more parent/teacher meeting where she was told I was 'very quiet' she'd tear her hair out. So, Mrs Quinlan my history teacher gets the nod here, as she was probably the only teacher who could have picked me out of a line up. That said, her name wasn't Mrs Quinlan, I actually can't remember what it was, so in a way, the tables have been turned, and they're all an anonymous irrelevance to me now...


4. If you could spend the day with a famous person, who would it be, and what would you do?

Easy. It would be Eric Cantona. And what would I do? I'd try to snog him. The whole day.


5. Toilet paper – over or under?

This question caused a little uncomfortable confusion over on Titus' blog when she posted it. To answer it clearly, I am a firm believer that OVER is the only way. The true and right path. Toilet roll must be hung, with the sheets hanging over. Anything else offends the natural order of things.


6. Name one thing in your life that you would do over if possible.

I'd actually value my size ten figure and try and hold onto it with a drowning man's desperate clawing, grasping, frantic, manic, crazed, rabid, demented, grappling determination.

7. Tell about your pets – if any.

No pets. Allergic children. Bah.

8. Do you live in a small town or a large town.

We live in a delightful suburb of the largest city in the country! Yes. We're number one! We're number one! In your face Cork!


Now, there you go. Well, to finish my over exciting day I'm off to watch X-Factor and convince Mr Oub to put the kids to bed. Sigh, domestic bliss.