Tuesday, 24 May 2011
Sorry these are brief and no pics of album covers, but in no particular order:
The Beatles - With The Beatles
I know, I know. Everyone says Revolver is the best. But out of the 12 tapes in my Beatles collection I was given by my Dad for my 18th birthday, it was this one that died first. This must be a sign?
The Kinks - You Really Got me - Best of
I was actually born in the wrong decade. Cheating a bit with a best of, but I challenge you to name me a song you don't love.
Bob Marley and the Wailers - Legend
I love reggae and Bob is the King. Just hearing it makes me think of dancing barefoot on a Caribbean beach. Not that I've done this, but I'm sure it would live up to my expectations.
Oasis - Definitely Maybe
Definitely maybe this one, or What's the Story. Or Be Here Now. Not the others though. Sooo boringly predictable, but these guys provided the soundtrack to my teenage years and hearing Liam's voice just transports me straight back there.
Ash - 1977
Again hearing this brings back some great memories of summers spent at festivals, beer and moshing. Fantastic stuff.
Longpigs - The Sun is Often Out
If I had to choose number one, this might be it. Controversial, I know. This album is beautiful, passionate, sexy, dark, uplifting and powerful. Try it!
Check out other people's favourites at Kate Takes 5
Right, best start that packing.......
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
I stumble through to my screaming son who promptly stops wailing. He gives me the biggest grin and thumps his legs up and down repeatedly. *Sigh*, just like his Daddy. (That’s the cheeky, heart-breaking grin, not the thumping his legs up and down part. That wouldn’t be quite so endearing in a fully grown man.)
So the next half an hr is spent sleepily feeding him in bed praying he might just doze back off. Today it wasn’t going to be. The leg thumping started back up and he decided the first thing on his to do list today would be a spot of nostril exploration. My nostrils. At this point in proceedings I sit him up and throw whatever happens to be on my bedside table in his direction in an attempt to entertain him while I continue to try and doze. Today it’s a tube of toothpaste, an empty box and a trashy chick lit novel. He seems particularly taken with the book, but it doesn’t take too long before he’s exhausted all possibilities of what you can 'do' with these items.
I reach out and blindly feel about down the side of the bed and find The Whirlwind’s doctors set. First I have the thermometer poked in my ear. A little uncomfortable, but hey, he put it in my ear! I’m impressed! Dr Simmonds. Yes, it definitely has a ring to it. Next he tests my reflexes by bashing me on the bonce with the reflex hammer. Not quite sure what reflex he was testing, but he certainly got a reaction, ouch! As some other piece of brightly coloured plastic is shoved down my throat I look over at The Hubster through the chaos of instruments who is enduring similar abuse. We smile. A ‘How-did-we-get-to-this-point-in-our-lives?’ type smile. Giggle Monster starts to moan so I pass him the mouth mirror. Now my Dad (who can be found at Apache Territory) has grand plans for his grandson. Pops, good news - he put it in his mouth. We could have something to work with here. ;-)
He swiftly moves on to another favourite activity – hair pulling. Or perhaps he’s trying to comb it? Would I be happy if my son turned out to be a hairdresser? Hell yeah, given the amount my hairdresser charges. He’s finding this activity particularly fun, however I’m not sharing the pleasure so I look at my watch. 6am. Dragging myself out of bed I make the same promise I do every day- I’ll have an early one tonight.
Cockerel anyone?! He could have a promising career ahead…….
Monday, 9 May 2011
This week the theme is 'bad combinations'.
1) Frothy headed beer/ moustauches
Not good look. Always a bit awkward for the drinking companion too - do you mention it or not?
2) Children/ wind
In my first year of teaching a colleague said, "Oh the wind's up today, the kids will be climbing the walls'. 'What is this crazy fool on about!?', I thought. But six years of teaching later, I can vouch for this - it's true. Wind makes children go completely dolally. No idea why, just another one of life's little mysteries.
3) Short tops/ leggings.
4) Small objects/ nostrils
There was once a raisin related incident. It was resolved with a between the knees head lock and a pair of tweezers. A hairy moment. PLEASE NOTE: Do not try this at home, this is not the recommended procedure for such situations.
Inevitable combination, but bad none-the-less. Or sand/sandwiches, sand/knickers, sand/flip-flops- take your pick. Hell, anything combined with sand is bad. I don't like sand much.
Any to add followers?
Thanks for the inspiration Kate, I'm so new to this I can't work out how to comment on your blog, but I LOVE your work.
Sunday, 8 May 2011
‘Let’s go for a picnic!” The Hubster suddenly announced.
Now I’m not one for knocking a bit of spontaneity, so we got our bits together and as quick as you can say ‘I hear thunder’ we were at the park.
Just as we pulled up, the heavens opened:
But we weren’t going to let a bit of torrential rain scupper our plans so we got out and kitted ourselves out for the picnic.
Now I’ve had a bit of feedback on my first blog. The Hubster’s not too familiar with the term ‘positive criticism’ and his comment was ‘it’s too long’. So I’m not going to detail the whole event. However, I would like to note a few points to follow when visiting the park on a rainy day for future reference.
1) Ensure all members of the family have correctly sized outer rainwear garments.
2) Check all said family members have weather appropriate footwear, ie not open-footed/open-toed or fabric based.
3) Cease the opportunity of a break in the rain to choose a picnic spot, but ensure it is close to a place of cover. ( Ideally one all members of the family can fit under)
4) You know that spare bag of clothes you always drag around wherever you go but never use? Yep, don’t forget to bring it on this occasion.
5) If a goose comes at you barking (??!) in an aggressive fashion, DO NOT under ANY circumstances bark back.
This may just look like an ordinary goose to you, but I can assure you, this fella was ANGRY!
I’m not sure this final one is weather related, but hell something got up his beak.
Happy picnicking people!
So here is my first post! As the title of my blog promised it's a 'tale' from the Simmonds household. I have to admit it's an old piece of writing, but I promise to get something up to date on soon.
Date: 10th January 2010
Location: Workington, Cumbria