Morning all, blue sky with some white fluffies and very mild indeed. As we are popping over next week we are compiling our shopping list for things we cannot buy here, or are cheaper there. Mme said last weekend she would have to get some more liquid for her washing machine before long and to see if there are any special offers on the go. Our local supermarket has come up with a "three for the price of two" offer, but I thought it worth comparing with UK prices. The strange thing is that larger bottles for the same product are available in the UK, but each one does a few less washes according to the label. So the question is, should you buy the one that is cheaper per litre, or the one that is cheaper per wash?
Then you divide the UK volumes by recommended wash in UK and France and do the same for the French volumes, then compare results. So if you get 1L for £1 in the UK and it recommends you do 25ml in Uk and 20ml in France you divide 1L by 25ml and 20ml = how many washes you get per litre in each country. Then compare prices per litre.
Morning, Dave; morning, all. Coughing child desperate to be off school. Unfortunately, Victorian Dad has imposed new 'off sick' regime. It's called '1975 sickness, but without Crown Court'. It goes like this: If you're sick, you have stay in bed, i.e. not turning lounge into temporary cinema with cushions, duvets, cuddly toys, pillows, et al, liberally scattered until room resembles some Bedouin encampment complete with mother as personal slave at a moment's beck and call to provide whatever (and I mean whatever) sustenance is desired. I'm off at the moment so maybe he had plans for me to be some sort of punkhawalla or remote control operator..? No, you stay in bed. No DVDs, no iPad, no laptop, no remote-control helicopters, no telly (at least I got aforementioned 'Crown Court'), no Gameboy-thing or whatever the hell it's called, in fact, nothing that requires electricity be that 240V or battery (is this manifesto is turning into rant?). Books. Books and bed. Books, bed and boredom. I think he may be back in school tomorrow. Have a lovely day, everyone.
OK. The boy has gone tactical on me. I am writing this from his bed. (Grams) CHILD DESCENDING STAIRS FROM BED. CHILD, APPEARING CONFUSED AND UNSTEADY, ENTERS PARENTS' BEDROOM. BOY: "Dad, can I sleep in here?" DAD: (very quiet tone) "Why?" BOY: "Because of my cough." DAD: (remaining quiet) "How will your cough be served by sleeping in here?" BOY THINKS. STARES. ADOPTS WEAKER AND MORE PATHETIC FACIAL GAMBIT. SILENCE. MUMMY STIRS. MUMMY: "What does he want?" DAD: "He wants to come in here because he has a cough and I've said that if it's just a cough he should stay in his own bed." MUMMY: "But he wants Mummy Cuddles." DAD SIGHS, THROWS BACK THE COVERS AND GETS UP. CHILD IN PARENTS' BED AS QUICK AS KNIFE. VICTORIAN DAD GOES TO CHILD'S ROOM TO REGROUP AND RESTRATEGISE FOR 'GETTING UP TIME'. ALSO TO SULKILY CHAT ON INTERNET FOR SUPPORT.
Both my parents worked as teachers so I only missed school when I had chicken pox, otherwise it was 'Go to school and see how you feel by lunchtime, if you're not feeling well then just power through the afternoon and we'll see how you feel tomorrow'. I gave up trying to skive off pretty quickly...
Morning all, grey, misty and damp here this morning, but very mild. Just the usual things making the French headlines today. Mr Hollande fails again and his poll ratings are sinking to a new low, 25% of SNCF workers are on strike, some schools around Paris are blockaded by the students in protest at the proposed new labour laws. Just a normal day really.
BOY wins. DAD GOES BACK INTO HIS OWN BEDROOM. MUMMY MAKES BREAKFAST-MAKING NOISES FROM DOWNSTAIRS. BOY IS IN PARENTS' BED, ATTACHED TO IPAD PLAYING YOUTUBE LOUDLY. DAD: (to BOY) Why aren't you getting changed for school? BOY: (without removing gaze from SvengaliPad) Ask Mum. DAD: Turn that down, it's too loud. What are you watching? BOY: (uninterrupted from iPad) Dan T.D.M. DAD: Dan Tedium, more like. DAD DESCENDS STAIRS AND WALKS INTO KITCHEN MUMMY: Be nice to him, he's poorly. He wanted to go to school today because he was scared of being bored at home. But he is poorly. Don't pick on him. DAD MUMBLES SOMETHING INAUDIBLE AND RETREATS.
That was my parent's mantra too - well all bar the gameboy/iPad/laptop etc bit - we never had even had tv. I was always quite happy to stay in bed reading & listening to the radio - and having my mum constantly troop up & down the stairs with lucozade, soup, ice cream, fresh hot water bottle...
Teachers must have been wimps back then - nowadays we ring the parents or emergency contacts & tell them to take their kid home as we don't want them spreading germs to everyone else...
