Well for starters I have the song “I’m a dingly dangly scarecrow with a flippy floppy hat’ permanently stuck in my head. Long gone are the holidays song artist such as Lost Frequencies.
We’ve all been getting along famously which has to count for something with 6 people and two dogs stuck under one roof. Thank goodness that roof has three floors under it, a garden and a hot tub. Divide and conquer my friends, divide and conquer.
Luckily Grandad brought a large stash of Halo peanut ice cream with him on the his last visit so I can eat my feelings and not feel guilty at 390 calories per pot.
I thought we might need to invest in a seesaw or a swing, but Lee found the plastic frame of what once was a small pond, turned it over and filled it with snails which has kept the boys entertained for hours. Apparently Bobby is Harry’s best friend for life (he does have a very nice patterned shell) and has replaced the first Bobby which Harry lost when playing catch with him. Don’t worry, I have spoken to them about cruelty to snails hence the firm friendships forming.
The family were having dinner outside (on seperate tables) and I took the chance to change my covid conflicted stepsons bedding (we’d already given his room a thorough cleaning when he’d had his bath earlier including lemon shake n’ vac so it smelled delicious and not like a normal 9 year old boys bedroom)
The Twinkles were talking about their new found friends when Stepmonster 2 ( not being mean, we’re the Stepmonster gang) decided to divulge that French people eat snails. Harry came running in to inform me and I told him he was correct and that I had eaten some when I lived in Paris. Obviously not your normal garden snails, very chewy and rather garlicky.
Well that was it, I got a proper telling off from both twins and when I ventured out in to the garden they shouted at me not to eat their snails, heaven knows what the neighbours must think.
Later on when I was doing Ollies bedtime story ( he basically chooses a toy for me and a toy for him and they have a chat) we had the oddest conversation.
Ollie had taken Spiderbears Spiderman costume off and put it on his pink unicorn (I describe the unicorn as he has many) and I was trying to go down the route of Spiderbear still be the greater super hero and here is how our story went.
Spiderbear (me) “ Spidercorn do you know why I’m the greatest Super hero?”
Spidercorn (Ollie) “ because you can poo?”
Ollie giggles.
Spiderbear “ Urm, yes I can poo, but do you know why I’m greatest Super hero?”
Spidercorn “22?!”
Now where does one go with that? It was like starring in a Douglas Adam’s story! I was actually going to point out that his tummy still smelled of butter popcorn ( an awesome Build a Bear gimmick), but just went for a bedtime cuddle instead.
Making the most of every day in spite of the rain.
Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx
A cheeky little Twinkle update xxx 