I got my credit card bill today and it is 10.53 in credit.
I don’t understand. Wha’? 
Baffling, isn’t it? I have taken steps to remedy matters.
There I was reclining on the couch watching the start of events having a bar of chocolate and a cup of tea and rejoicing in my retreating rash when I was suddenly struck by migraine. So the rest of the weekend I spent alternately vomiting and lying in a darkened room with a damp face cloth on my forehead. But today, touch wood, all is well, rash is retreating, no vomiting, no headache. I’m on top of the world here. Even filling 20 goodie bags for the creche (tomorrow is the Princess’s birthday and she must give gifts to all her little friends, this is the Belgian way) and filling in the Princess’s application for school has failed to dampen my spirits.
Please me too. I promise to stick you in the car when we go round Umbria later this Summer.
Oi, no bribery bobble – I asked first so I did.
Stop pushing, just because you’re bigger than Bobs and me doesn’t mean you can go to the front of the queue.
Besides you don’t like fruit pieces and natural, non-additive laced stuff. There’s no Murphys in the bag!
Poor waffley ….
How do you know jack? The wonderful girl might stick a can in for me. I can give the fruit pieces to the cat or something…
You go girl! Don’t pay any attention to those other greedy goobers. I love you for who you are, not because of your goody bags.
Ha ha. Just kidding. I want one too!
on 12 April 2005 at 20:13
It must have been the hats – at least, they certainly gave me a headache.
I think I need a bigger car.
OK, look there are enough goodie bags for everyone. Calm. Bobble you will get extra though if you take me in your car in the Summer. Thanks for all sympathy.
Beth, surely not…
on 09 April 2005 at 21:48
‘ waf, you seem top have a gift for spotting the spot. That would go to the heart. If a guy had one.. 😛
on 10 April 2005 at 18:17
Well ok…I suppose that sounds good….but still….I mean….the whole sleepless nights, vomit, screaming, no more weekend breaks thing….you know?
on 10 April 2005 at 23:26
That’s really nice….
*sigh*
As much as it is possible for men to be genuinely broody, there are time I feel broody.
*realises what he has said*
Er. Hey, any guys that are listening, er, harrumm *cough* *spits* hey, what I mean is, waHEY, lots of practice at making babies first, naaarwhatimean? Oink oink.
*quietly*
But one day….yeah….
on 11 April 2005 at 10:48
That’s lovely.
But nothing – nothing – could make me broody; it runs in the family (though obviously not for long ….).
on 11 April 2005 at 20:31
Hey people, do you think responses to this email sort out the slightly older from the slightly younger? Pog, Locotes, you young people are so unsentimental…
on 11 April 2005 at 20:38
Ah sure I have my 50’s to worry about the kids. Once I have my money made, my Ferrari bought, and my supermodels wooed.
*cheeky grin*
My friend D had a baby girl at 10.26. I got a text message at 10.29 yesterday morning. I was very impressed. Then I met Mr. Waffle for lunch and he said “10.26 pm!”. Ah well, attention to detail was never really my strong point. You will be delighted to hear that mother and baby are doing fine. Have not yet spoken to the baby’s mother but did ring C (baby’s aunt) to find out how things were going. She confirmed that the baby is beautiful and that she, C, is all excited. She said “when I woke up this morning, the
first thing I thought of was how is the baby?” Is this not endearing? Lucky baby.
That’s children for you alright Jack, just you wait…
Wait? 🙂
You jest?
Do I look like I’d jest about something like this?
😛
I find myself surprisingly distressed by the death of the Pope. I mean, we didn’t really see eye to eye on a lot of things and I can’t help feeling that that nice liberal man from Milan would be much more likely to make me a happy Catholic. But all the same, you have to admire the man for whom the cliche “indominatable spirit” could have been invented.
I have been thinking about his trip to Ireland in 1979 and the excitement that generated. I remember I was sick and no one came near me to bring me succour or squeezed orange juice and I had to drag myself downstairs and watch the Pope on the telly with my mother to get any attention at all. My best friend got taken to Limerick by her parents and got up at 4.00 in the morning to get a good place to hear the Pope say mass. She brought me
back a picture and a papal flag which are probably still behind the wardrobe
in my parents’ house in Cork. Meanwhile, even more thrillingly, my cousin PJ was offered the opportunity to serve mass for the Pope. To his parents’ eternal (and I do mean eternal here) shame he asked what would he be doing if he wasn’t a papal altar boy and when his teacher said “well, you’d just have the day off school, I suppose”, PJ said, “well, thanks, but I think that I’ll take the day off then”.
Ireland in 1979 wasn’t exactly booming and it was such a lift when the Pope came, I think then that it was the best thing that could have happened to us. Now, of course, we’re all far too sophisticated to care where the Pope visits. I suppose the memory of how dynamic he was then has stayed with me and it was a shock to see how frail he was latterly but, by God, he had a will of iron and unshakeable faith. Fair dues as we say in Cork.
I know, it is kind of odd. I must say, I like him much better now than I did when he was alive. What a bad catholic I am (don’t worry, I have mechanisms for coping with the guilt).
I grew to like him more and more over time. At first, I thought he would roll back all the changes of Vatican II. Thankfully, he didn’t. And while I would have liked a less conservative Pope, he did do some surprisely “liberal” things, like asking forgiveness of the Jews, pardoning Galileo, and dialoging with Islam. While they might be small gestures, they are fraught with significance.
And I’ll never forget his first words to me…. “Where’s your beard?”
Well, we all wonder about the beard FT. But, yes, it is heartening that he did encourage far more inter-faith dialogue and forgiveness than previous incumbents.
Yeah, funnily enough, HJB, this is actually a true story. The holy father was a bit of a traditionalist and he liked his monks traditional.
On Sunday, on foot of Thierry’s recommendation we went to see the Trash People in the Grand Place. As we approached, I was seized by fear. Was it an April fool’s joke� I had seen no mention of it anywhere but Thierry’s blog. Really were they going to fill the Grand Place with Trash People? Really, they were and here is a photo to prove it. Thierry, forgive my doubting.
EXCUSE ME, wannabe??