Monday, July 15, 2013

Masters of the Mundane pt 1


Just had a salad for lunch, carb free and pretty tasty on a summers day. More holiday reading has just arrived; Transition by Iain Banks and Death and the Penguin by Andrey Kurkov.
The latter looks to be a good read it's dark and satirical which always goes down well when its done sympathetically.

The reason for the salad is that Manlot drew a picture of his "Fat Dad" yesterday and I pledged to myself that my children should never regard their papa as fat.

He was joking; I overreacted, but if he's now aware of fatness I must be on my gaurd.
I've put on nearly a stone recently so need to loose some quick smart.
Discipline's loss is weight gain.

Assiduous is the word of the day.
Tune of the day: I69 by Roman GianArthur.
Daily over-reaction: Happy 407th birthday to Rembrandt

Friday, August 5, 2011

Le Havre

After taking 3 hours longer than expected to arrive on Saturday, the plan is to leave early and take a non-toll road back to Le Havre. When we arrive we should find some entertainment to amuse ourselves for a couple of hours before check in at the ferry. Internet research reveals that Le Havre is a World Heritage Site, brilliant we think, what wonders will we behold us?

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Torigni sur vire Day 2

Ah, the smell of the French market! The cheese eating surrender monkeys sure know how to display their wares al fresco. We purchased a selection of breads & fine cheeses here. The kids then bought some bubbles and proceeded to disgust the locals with their unbridled pursuit of fun. (See below)

After purchasing the fromage we descended down the back of the chateau
where the kids could stress test the playground. No crazy golf or pedalo action today as it was a national holiday...

After the playground fun we took a leisurely stroll around the lake, admiring the impressive stone wall. I regaled the boys with tales of walled cities and marauding Vikings/Picts, and when the history lesson was complete we came across a brief histiore of the wall. My lesson was a lesson in not listening to ones parents, less rampart, more vanity project; as it transpired that the wall was built to protect the aristocrats from the wind!

Everyone else went back to the car and the big fella ran back.