They must be very excited in the Canaries.
On being told by his wife that the Spanish government plans that all major Spanish cities would be only two hours by rail from Madrid and that no place in the country would be more than an hour by rail from a major city (information which she had on the authority of the 22 year old trainee who clearly hadn’t thought it through either).
Not only have you endorsed this weird new religion, but you’ve made her its high priestess.
On discovering that despite the fact that the Easter bunny never came to Cork or Dublin, he is now a feature of our lives brought home by the Princess from school and necessitating a panicked run to the video shop to buy up egg shaped sweets at 10.30 pm on Easter Saturday.
I guess, [pause] I mean, I suppose.
On being asked whether he thinks our daughter has started speaking in an American accent because we let her watch too much television.
There’s never a good time to start toilet training but I would have thought 3,000 metres up in the Alps would be a particularly bad time.
On being told by his loving wife that we really must start toilet training Michael now as he goes into the bathroom and takes off his nappy when he wants to do a wee. Have I mentioned that we’re going skiing tomorrow for a week? There will be no blogging until we get back unless all the snow melts. How much are we looking forward to the 6 hour train ride? Yes, that much.
And I thought you were the aficionado of the dry comment. And I would agree with Mr Waffle: potty training on a skiing holiday is probably not much fun.
Hope you have a great time.
‘I guess’ is such a useful phrase, I’ve adopted it freely from the other half, along with ‘I reckon’ and ‘figure out’, and ‘gotten’ used as the past-whateveritis for ‘got’ (yes, I was one of the generation that didn’t get taught grammar at school). After all if we can borrow 90% of the English language from elsewhere, what are a few Americanisms between friends?
I never could work out how the Easter Bunny managed to lay eggs of any kind, let alone chocolate ones.
Poop can accumulate a lot of potential energy at 3,000 metres.
Just sayin’.