after much contemplation through this particular looking glass i have decided that plastic bottles are out. a no no. they give you cancer (ignore the fact that i am happily smoking myself to death on camel lights. please. just this once and then you can get back up high on your Hyde Park Corner Box.) so The Order has been given that only glass bottles please, are to be filled from the precious rain water collection tank in the courtyard. the thing is, most of the glass bottles are, well, old (ish) vodka bottles....and unfortunately this morning second born took a swig of what he thought was water...and we all know what Thought did, eh?
a rude shock at 7:00 in the morning before school. teeth cleaning stuff.
the newly broken in colt, sukari (sugar in swahili) has toured the house. confidently it would seem. when i wasn't looking. the fact remains that third born was watching mama mia for the 485th time and didn't even look up when the horse walked past her in the lounge.
we have quirky neighbours too.... a transcript from an evening at their house the other night:
ma baker: so oscar (who is about 5) how was your day?
OTB: (oscar tom baker) ooooh i've had a fuckn day.(one of the fuckn days. OTB in the middle.)
his sister, niamh, who has starred somewhere in this obscure blog because she is third born's best best best best best friend and seven. SEVEN. 7. and OTB's big sister. and because she's well, beautiful. anyway. she reminded the said OTB to apply sun block before heading out to school this morning. his retort was "shut up bitch". i asked his mother where he got this from. she has absolutely no idea. naturally.
i'm tellin' ya.
so, um, toodely toot y'all bestest beloveds. X. X. X. white skied gold laced ones. yeah. x j