Mr. Waffle bought Bobble pictures for my birthday and they are gorgeous. He explained that matters were fraught as poor Bobble has moved house and job and broken her toe but today they arrived – just in time and inscribed for me – is this not fabulous? Happy birthday to me indeed.
Birthday wishes
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Kate_Sith
on 10 March 2005 at 13:58
Happy birthday! All the most special people are having their birthdays this week. 
lauren35
on 10 March 2005 at 17:42
And may the coming year be better than the last one, but not as good as the one after ….. Happy Birthday!
jackdalton
on 12 March 2005 at 20:37
Breith-l? shone duit [is fearr mall n? go br?ch] agus La’ Feile Padraig faoi mhaise freisin 😉
belgianwaffle
on 22 March 2005 at 08:57
Thank you all very much for your kind wishes and go raibh maith agat Jack. Special thanks for the sweetie Kate.
Belated valentine
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belgianwaffle
on 10 March 2005 at 09:41
Norah, glad you are pleased. Yes, Beth, the friendliness of the Belgians is notorious.
Tchoup, Tchoup
T’choupi is the world’s most boring mole. Our infant daughter loves him. They have a T’choupi book at the creche and she had to be wrenched away from it kicking and screaming. Mr. Waffle decided we needed to lay in T’choupi resources of our own and went to the bookshop this weekend to stock up. He couldn’t see any T’choupi stuff on the shelves, so he asked a bored assistant whether he was familiar with T’choupi the mole. “No, can’t say I’ve heard of him….unless you mean T’choupi the famous mole?” and he led Mr. Waffle round a corner to a shrine dedicated to T’choupi. Bingo.
Meanwhile the Princess and I were visiting the Glam Potter and little L. It will come as no surprise to learn that L has her own T’choupi volume and the two girls sat on the floor tugging at it and screaming “T’choupi, T’choupi” until I came and separated the combatants and escorted herself, kicking and screaming (T’choupi) to the car.
What with one thing and another, “T’choupi” was my book of choice for mass this
morning. We were somewhat mortified as we went through the mole’s adventures sotto voce to see that the child next to us had a range of religious books which he was carefully perusing. Came home and related our discomfiture to Mr. Waffle. “And” I said “one of the books was called ‘Je vous salue Marie'”. “Yes?”. “But don’t you tutoyer God along with parents, friends and pets?” “Oh yes but you vousvoyer Mary”. Dear Lord will the mysteries of French never cease to baffle me?
Sarcophagic Sonnet
O my dearest friend
Let not thy vengeful ghost
Haunt those thoughts we shared together, you and I,
For thou art not
And I alone must seek solace with another.
Anyone for “I breathe Byron”?
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Early promise
The other morning the Princess was having her porridge and playing with her letters. We put them all into their slots but, horror, the z was missing. “Mummy, mummy, missing z!” “Well, never mind, sweetie, it’ll turn up.” Sad shake of the royal head “Z lost mummy, find the z mummy.” Off we went, z-less, to the creche and work respectively and, on our return home the Princess skipped off to her toys. Almost immediately she ran over to me shrieking in delight “Mummy, I find the missing z” and waving the lost z enthusiastically. Our genius.
In other news, my parents still have no heating. The fifth man to look at the parental boiler blew it up. Also the house is elderly and the wiring is not all it might be, so my mother was watching the telly the other night with the electric and blow heaters on and a hot water bottle at her feet and she suddenly found herself plunged into darkness and had to wrestle with fuses. Weather shows no sign of clearing either. Much grimness in Cork. And finally, thank you to my greatest fan who emailed me the following
“You haven’t had a blog entry since 23 February. Is all ok. Not like you. Your
public is v. disappointed.”I feel loved!
“You haven’t had a blog entry since 23 February. Is all ok. Not like you. Your
public is v. disappointed.”I feel loved!
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dmtson 06 March 2005 at 19:40Now I feel mean for not bothering to send you an email.
Do you think the princess stole the letter Z from the creche? No…I’m sorry – I shouldn’t apply my dirty low-down standards to other peoples’ children.
Do you think the princess stole the letter Z from the creche? No…I’m sorry – I shouldn’t apply my dirty low-down standards to other peoples’ children.
belgianwaffle on 10 March 2005 at 09:42HJB, FT, you clearly just don’t care as much as my other friend. Yes, HJB, it is quite likely that she stole the Z from the creche…
