How to mortify your parents step 1:
Got to friends christening party.
Remove the only set of front door keys from front door.
Hide in garden.
Large search party required as friends leaving for the Berg early next morning!
How to freak your parents out step 2:
Lock yourself in spare bathroom with equally naughty cousin Luca.
Discover spare key is on same keyring.
Spend 15 minutes giggling maniacally while being incapabale of turning key in correct direction. (At least Luca tried.)
Hermann climbs onto veranda roof to direct operations from outside.
More giggling.
Hermann forces open bathroom window and tries to persuade the little people to post key through the resulting small crack.
Lots more giggling.
Pregnant woman half way onto veranda roof with pair of tweezers to assist.
Key finally retrieved.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
July Update
I'm well aware of the scarcity of blog entries, but this is soley due to the fact that not much happens round here, unless you count the whopping 10kg increase in my waistline (still hoping for that post ceaser tummy tuck - what do you mean that's an urban myth!!!!) and the regular trampolining on my pelvic floor - yip - baby number 2 has decided to adopt exactly the same posture as Anya did which is feet down and jump up and down as fast as you can.
Things have not been helped by the marathon cleaning session that Dida and I ended up doing a couple of weeks ago. Why is it that even the nice tenants are completely minging? We had new tenants arriving in our flat, and one look at the bathroom assured me that some professional cleaning was required. Dida and I donned the rubber gloves and ventured forth. I have to say that I never knew that African pubes could be so stubborn. We had to tackle the bathroom with pot scourers. And as for the drains - blinkin eck - Dida assures me that it is the lethal combination of Afro hair and hair oil that does it. All I can say is - Eurgh! The baby cockroach exodus from under the kitchen sink was of old testament plague proportions. I could have freaked out at this point but I was still traumatised at having to chip the old chewing gum off the bottom of the bathroom sink.
My metamorphosis into domestic goddess took another turn when Carmen lent me her sewing machine to make dolly blankets and hopefully Anya's new bedroom curtains. After Gitty took it off buttonhole setting I was even able to sew a straight line (nearly). I've been searching the shops for curtain material but to no avail. Unfortunately, the curtains I want cost a whopping R8000 - so I've been hunting for alternatives. This took the form of surfing many a UK website and trying to convince Mum & Dad that they can spend 3 weeks in SA with only 1 spare pair of knickers in their suitcase plus 14 metres of curtain fabric. As you can imagine, that suggestion went down almost as well as when Hermann tried to persuade Dad to board a plane wearing a pair of motorbike boots and a motorbike helmet.
Oh well, more curtain shopping tomorrow. I now have a pair of dressmaking scissors (b'day pressie from Anya) so am armed and dangerous. Will keep you all posted!
Things have not been helped by the marathon cleaning session that Dida and I ended up doing a couple of weeks ago. Why is it that even the nice tenants are completely minging? We had new tenants arriving in our flat, and one look at the bathroom assured me that some professional cleaning was required. Dida and I donned the rubber gloves and ventured forth. I have to say that I never knew that African pubes could be so stubborn. We had to tackle the bathroom with pot scourers. And as for the drains - blinkin eck - Dida assures me that it is the lethal combination of Afro hair and hair oil that does it. All I can say is - Eurgh! The baby cockroach exodus from under the kitchen sink was of old testament plague proportions. I could have freaked out at this point but I was still traumatised at having to chip the old chewing gum off the bottom of the bathroom sink.
My metamorphosis into domestic goddess took another turn when Carmen lent me her sewing machine to make dolly blankets and hopefully Anya's new bedroom curtains. After Gitty took it off buttonhole setting I was even able to sew a straight line (nearly). I've been searching the shops for curtain material but to no avail. Unfortunately, the curtains I want cost a whopping R8000 - so I've been hunting for alternatives. This took the form of surfing many a UK website and trying to convince Mum & Dad that they can spend 3 weeks in SA with only 1 spare pair of knickers in their suitcase plus 14 metres of curtain fabric. As you can imagine, that suggestion went down almost as well as when Hermann tried to persuade Dad to board a plane wearing a pair of motorbike boots and a motorbike helmet.
Oh well, more curtain shopping tomorrow. I now have a pair of dressmaking scissors (b'day pressie from Anya) so am armed and dangerous. Will keep you all posted!
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