I got a new bike. The last time I had a new bike was when my parents bought me one in 1978. Normally I'd just pick up a second hand clunker on the cheap. But the UK Govt offer a scheme where your employer can buy a bike VAT free then hire it out to you through your gross salary until the principle is paid off then sell it to you for 'fair market value' which winds up being 5% of the original purchase price. Cool! So with the NI contributions, income tax and VAT taken off you get around 45% off the retail price.
But what happens when you buy it off a wholesaler? Heh! Another 30% off. So I got all wound up reading about the KHS XC604 and have been itching to get it for the last month. It came in the post today and we're expecting to head for the hills on Saturday to roll our wheels over rolling hills….
Here's a snapshot of the bike:
We'll be doing something like this again (sorry about the poor quality)….
Freddie has the good fortune of having a nona (a continental term for 'grandmother' for those who don't know) who can knit and was delighted to receive a package from New Zealand a few days ago with a new light brown cardigan with a motorbike knitted into the back and a gorgeous blue and red stripy hooded top.
It may be June, but he has actually worn both of them today – it was a bit chilly in the morning so he tried out the brown one as he balance-biked his way to the childminders. Then he struck a pose in the other one this evening – he looks great in both of them – excellent colour choice.
'Thanks Nona, these will keep me warm until I get bigger and bigger,' says Freddie.
Freddie and I found a big box full of Scalectrix tracks, cars and accessories on the wall outside a house in Brixton last year. The dad leaning on the fence assured us it worked last time he had set it up two years ago.
So it's been sitting under the bed waiting for a rainy weekend ever since. Last month it poured down and Mary was in Ireland for the weekend. The timing was perfect to get the tracks out and get those cars smokin'… Continue reading “Boys. Men. Cars. Brrrrmmm….”
One fine day a few weeks ago Freddie's cousins in New Zealand, the Stillz Boyz Zach Jamie and Duncan, went to the Auckland Botanical Gardens. They had lots of fun seeing all the different trees, plants and flowers. But what they found especially interesting was the abundant insect life that appeared to be enjoying itself silly amongst the flora.
You can see them on the right as, despite those innocent looks, they scheme and plot all sorts of crazy insect gathering plans in the red circle. Continue reading “The International Caterpillar Caper”
Over the recent Easter break Mary took the family for a drive to the Lake District and back via the Peak District for a couple of nights. Here's a map of where we wound up, and where we went whilst there – do navigate around it to get your bearings: Continue reading “It couldn’t have been wetter in the Lake District…”
Hands up who subscribed to my blog to learn about Dad making bread? Just as I thought: boring! So why not get down to what you're really here for, some block rockin' nursery rhymin' from the tuned in Freddie 'down the lane' Pope… Continue reading “Baa Baa Black Sheep…”
Baking bread. I've been an eager convert ever since we got our first breadmaker three years ago. But around at Mike and Elena's in December, I read their copy of Leith's Baking Bible. Yum. Three pages of detailed instructions on making one loaf of sourdough bread; the adjectives were inspiring promising thick crusts and intensely chewy insides. And there's no need to add yeast; it gets captured from the air around you.
So Mary found me a copy for christmas and Freddie and I have been busy successfully experimenting ever since. And the breadmaker that was once my pride and joy is relegated to a five minute knead every now and again.
So what does it involve, making these loaves, you ask? It takes about five-ten minutes a day to have a 1kg loaf every three days. Here's what you do: Continue reading “Sourdough fingers”
This year we stayed in London. All our neighbours got together on the Sunday beforehand for a good laugh and pot-luck.
Then Christmas took off in earnest for Freddie with a trip to see Santa at a shopping centre on Christmas Eve, although as you can see from the photo, his excitement was replaced by shyness as soon as he got to see the white-bearded man in the red outfit. Continue reading “Christmas in London”
Couple of months ago our Audi A4 estate got broken into; we were woken up at 1am by the cops who informed me a chap was caught attempting to extricate his swag bag from the clutches of the rear windscreen wiper. Mr Not-the-sharpest-tool-in-the-box got a fortnight behind bars; our car was scrapped; and we got as much as we paid for the car we've had for the past eighteen months back from the insurance company.
So today Freddie and I hiked up to Edgware to get a replacement; it's a smashing old Volvo that does 50+ miles per gallon (that's 5.6 litres per 100km) with dead low mileage, an old tapedeck and a sunroof. Yay! It will be easier to move house when we need to, and we'll be able to hit the ground running in the country again…
Freddie turned three on the 30th of November but we didn't get around to a birthday party until last Saturday. And it's taken me this long to get the photos and videos from the four cameras together! We had a great day, loads of food and presents for the birthday boy.
Thanks to everyone for the well-wishing, cards, presents and effort for him; he really felt special. Here's a couple of photos and a video of the blowing-out-the-candles moment and bouncing-on-the-bed hijinks: