Wednesday, 6 November 2013

Our Playroom

The alpha dog is away again, so I have decided to start the epic catch up with my blog. This is going to involve me going through the last years worth of photos and scribbling a little about them.

Our playroom is a wonderful space, warm, totally child orientated, en-suite and totally fit for purpose (washable floors to boot)

I like to have a dedicated child space because I am really conscious that I am Edie's nursery for three days of the week and this room reflects that. When I am bereft of ideas to entertain the kids we just go and sit in there and loads of play opportunities present themselves.

It does spend a lot of time in an awful mess...

Then again it is very satisfying to put it all back into order. I suspect I am a little too anally retentive to have children. I blame all those years working in intensive care making everything look perfect. I heard of one of my colleagues tippexing stains off a bed sheet. Maybe I left in time to save my sanity. However, I  have sorted the play food into 'fresh' and 'processed'...


Thursday, 4 July 2013

Seven Days in Sunny June (July actually)

Having the weekend off before travelling was a revelation. I shopped on the Thursday, worked on Friday and packed on Saturday... A bit like Solomon Grundy or Craig David. Sunday was of course filled with all the jobs that usually get done at 1 am when I just want to go to bed. So we were refreshed and ready at six am on Monday to start the long journey to Corfu.

Claire from Benz business cars was prompt and efficient as usual for our transfer to the airport but then she does remind me awfully of Karen Brady.

The airport was less painful than I thought, there actually wasn't a lot of hanging about. The girls were happy perched on their trunki cases, until Craig yanked Freya's out from under her. Pan and Chat-le were safely ensconced in mini baby carriers on Freya and Edie's chests. Despite mum's worries about Edie's dislike of loud noises she slept through the entire flight.

We met some nice Yorkshire folk on the coach, who luckily had been before so could tell the driver that the Mayflower was actually inaccessible down a little dirt track. It turned out to be a beautiful and quiet set of apartments with no bar but a fridge at the pool (which should save us a fortune).

On the first evening we headed up to Moraitika to get the lay of the land. We stopped at a nice looking bar that was expensive but was playing good music. Freya asked if the music was Greek music, they were playing the Stone Roses. Ironic, to have flown from Manchester to Greece to sit and listen to a band from Manchester. 

We braved the local supermarket and paid a fortune for honey Cheerios and honey from Corfu and managed to stock up on Mythos and other Greek beers, yoghurt and tzatziki.

Our days seem to have fallen into a pattern with the girls- they get up at 9, by the time we have breakfasted on the balcony and got sun cream on, it is 11 when we hit the pool. Two hours playing and swimming. In for lunch and a 'disco nap' for the girls then back out for pool time 4-6pm. The girls are thrilled to be staying out late and coming back when the stars are out.

Highlights so far include watching an oversized Greek Elvis compere a dance show including a man who danced through flames with a glass of water on his  head. Reading on the balcony with a drink in the evening. Eating big soft peaches and glossy cherries bought off a peddlar at the beach. 

The wildlife is noisy, amongst all the cicadas and grasshoppers there is something that makes the sound of a WW2 submarine radar 'blip' that is comforting. The kids are thrilled by the gekkos and dragonflies. 

We played music on the balcony on the first night, playing quietly so as not to disturb the neighbours. The woman next door asked us to turn it up (phew) we later discovered that Norwegian Erika has been away from home for nearly three weeks and desperately missed music- shame that it is Metallica that she misses. We indulged her a little bit then went a bit more mainstream. The kids are mad for 'Ghost Town' by The Specials, 'Gangnam Style' by Psy and 'You are Beautiful' by One Direction.

One of the party from Yorkshire is a disabled woman, haven't asked her name because we have been chatting for three days now and it seems odd like we have missed that window! She has gait difficulties, speaks very slowly and seems really fond of kids. I didn't know if perhaps she had some mental challenges. Chatting by the pool today, it turns out she was a children's district nurse (hence the love of kids) and developed a brainstem tumour at the age of 30 which has compressed all her nerves running though her spinal column- there but for the grace of God go I.

Sitting quietly amoung the fruit trees enjoying some 'me time' wont get the hand washing done or my Dan Brown book read. I brought my crochet, Craig called me granny Chambers but when I rustled up a funky coral coloured dishcloth for our apartment (which was bereft of the same) I think I redeemed the noble art.

Want to see my view....

And here's a photo of my masterpiece of course.

Monday, 13 May 2013

Touching the Monolith and Touching Base...

It has been almost a year since my last post... Necessity, I suppose. Something had to give- a shame as blogging helped me to be thankful for all the lovely things in my life, a new tea cosy, a visit from sister and family adventures. Here's hoping I can shoe horn it back in (along with the running, the studying, the sewing, the kids, the house, the dog....)

Touching the monolith refers to the girls leaping forward- Edie now constructs long sentences and is a really thoughtful two year old. Only today, nanny popped round for visit but declined the usual offer of tea. Edie thought about it for a while then said "how about some juice in a glass?" Nanny declined again "how about... Grapes?" 

Freya is now swimming independently, not just pushing off the side to an adult but diving underwater, jumping in and floating on her back when she gets tired. At the pool today she saw a boy she knew from nursery and was showing off and jumping in to impress him- oh dear, there will be heartaches ahead, I thought. Poor love was wearing her cousin Hollie's old swimming costume with the gusset down to the knees- she will be mortified one day. Her drawing has also become a joy to watch with amusing faces and recognisable people appearing.

Well, this was only intended to be a short blog to 'test the water'.

I will have to come up with a way to weave in great photos and good times from the last twelve months now...