(112)2014

The season of lost items has started in earnest.  I don't know what it is with people around here but as soon as it gets a little colder they start leaving stuff behind like there's no tomorrow.

So I was in my studio sewing away when in a break in between songs (digital country radio.. the best, only allowed to listen to it in my room or with headphones... hashtag myfamilymembershavenotasteinmusic) I started to listen to a conversation No 1 was having on Skype. 

Whilst playing with online with his friends.

Whilst texting some other friends.

Whilst watching something on his ipad.

(he's over-stimulating/no wonder he's often bored)

So this is how it went. (Names have been changed to preserve anonimity)

"Kevin, you pooh!"

"There it is"

"Oh oh oh get rapped"

"You need to learn the comands"

"It's a fish not a bat!"

"Yeah!"

"Don't, bro"

"It's gone under"

"I got one"

And my favourite...

"You're not using regulation weapons".

I gave up after that and looked absently out of the window (I have a crap view... the neighbours fence) reminiscing about the lovely chubby cheeked boy who loved trains and reading books.  For a while I almost anchored after Thomas the Tank... (Only for about 6 seconds... hate it.  Hated it. Will always hate it)

(I have never bought my children toy guns. Never.  I really want you to know that.)

I sighed and turned the music up louder.  And closed the door.

I've also just killed the 25,878,473th plant of basil.  Don't know what's wrong with me but I just can't seem to keep the blasted things alive.  Don't tell the basil police.

- The world was starting to look strangely soft-focus... I know have a pair of driving glasses AND stronger reading glasses.

- Getting old is expensive.  

- Trying glasses on is only fun when you don't actually have to buy glasses.  When you do it becomes very stressful and nothing feels right.

- I have a big spaghetti squash and have not idea what to do with it.  I doubt my kids will eat it.

- We're having sausages and mash for dinner.

- I've recorded Downton Abbey but haven't had the chance to watch it yet.  

- DON'T say anything about it.

 

Comments

[Amanda]

I love spaghetti squash! Just cut it in half, scoop out the seeds, rub the cut surface with olive oil, sprinkle plenty of salt and pepper on, put them cut side down in a roasting tin and bake at 200 degrees for 35 minutes. Scrape out the innards onto a plate: Delicious!

[Janet Friel]

Never fear - they come back to reading eventually, and thank god it's not Thomas the Tank Engine this time!

[driftwood]

I haven't watched Dr Who yet. I won't tell if you don't x

[Amy at love made my home]

I am glad that I don't have a teenager, I doubt that I would be able to communicate with them as I don't understand more than about 5% of the words they string together. I won't say anything about Downton - but it is good! xx

[Sue]

Teenage boys, you gotta love 'em. We had sausages and mash last night but I have no idea what happened at Downton.

[domesticali]

Ah, I watched Dowton yesterday - hubs was complaining he had to avoid the Metro on Monday for fear of spoilers…!

[Francesca]

downton? a new series? something to look forward to!
PS your basil probably died because, i suspect, night temps are too cold by now up there!

[a touch of domesticity / katie sparrow]

Oh how this post spoke to me! My 15 year old boy plays minecraft every. single. day. He games whilst skyping with his friends and watching minecraft tutorials on youtube. He shouts "I'm going to spawn on you!" regularly, along with a whole host of swearwords that he'd never be allowed to utter in conversation. Big sigh. He was a 2 year old Thomas the Tank obsessive once. Honest.

Oh, and the basil: only water when the stalks start to wilt, and only water from the bottom. NEVER pick just leaves off: take a section of stalk, breaking it off just above a pair of leaves. Leave the bigger lower leaves in place (they are the powerhouses of the plant). I no longer kill every basil plant with these tips! (Think they were from eliseblaha.typepad.com originally). Good luck!

[Kirstie Irving]

I love your blog...it makes me giggle! I, too, have never bought my son a gun. I'm a Quaker. I also never bought guns for either of my two daughters (both older than son). However, not only will the son use sticks, fingers, air....he is also completely talented in making many gun, grenade and general explosion noises. As I've raised them all the same, I can only conclude that Gun Talents are part of a boy's DNA. X