My Family
I thought I would start a new thread.
I intended to piggyback Ali's, but it seems unfair because she is in a very different position to me, and therefore I don't think the threads naturally blend.
Ali is stable and settled, with three bonny sons, a caring husband and a house. She is 12 weeks pregnant, sick as a dog and an experienced mother.
For those unaware, I am an Aunt to a 17 yo girl carrying twins.
There has been some family upset. No-one is rejecting her, but there is disappointment and anger.
We've had a fairly casual relationship, as my sister is not particularly fond of me. She veers from outright hostility to indifference most of the time. About once every five years I get a kind of tepid acceptance (this is my opinion - it may well be untrue).
Abs is having twin boys.
They are due in August, but twins are expected to be premature. Average weight 5.5lb (I've been researching!)
After the bombshell last weekend I've been keeping in touch with her.
Asking about scans, about Con (the bf - abbreviated but not hiding, they are both on Facebook) etc.
I might not be an obvious person to turn to - divorced Aunt living with her parents and no children. But for the short space she is in limbo with the family (between horror and delight) I hope I can help a little.
SO. That's the history out of the way.
The first one is of them at their first scan, so they're basically just blobs on a screen.
And the other two I got on the 5th March, they couldn't get them both in the screen so it's both their heads seperately.
ETA I asked her specific permission to share the scans. She told me Con has shared them online so it's okay.
Nice. I think you'll enjoy this journey with your niece Sundae. Maybe it will help facilitate family harmony in more ways than one.
Good job.
xx
The first one is of them at their first scan, so they're basically just blobs on a screen.
They're all blobs to me until they're about...2. ;) Kidding, of course.
Seriously, twins...very exciting. A cow orker has triplet granddaughters. Two of them look exactly alike...how does that work? Two identicals and a fraternal? They're only 5 years old. Can you imagine how fun they must be?
Good Aunt, you are.
I know you'll be a great support to your niece, Sundae!
Sent by thought transference
Is she expecting trouble or do you guys just do a lot more scans over there? Way back in the dark ages, when we were having kids, we (they) were minimizing ultra-sounds because of the unknown effect on developing fetuses. We had zero with little Pete and one with Lil' Griff.
She's considered at risk. I think this might be to do with her age and size and the fact that it's twins. Certainly none of the pregnant women I knew in my 30s had scans that often.
Last time I did it, the standard was one scan at about 6 weeks (or whenever you first came in) to confirm pregnancy, and count the number of fetuses. Then one at 20 weeks to check gender and look for any abnormalities. If there were problems at that point, you were likely to have frequent ones thereafter, but if not, you probably wouldn't have another one unless the doctor asked for one just before delivery, to measure the size of baby, or check presentation, or make sure there was enough amniotic fluid left if the baby was looking like it might go past 40 weeks.
They're identical, so they share a placenta.
Twin males are least common apparently.
The growth of the womb needs to be checked frequently, as does the growth of the twins, to make sure it is even.
Do you have any idea of possible names yet?
Do you have any idea of possible names yet?
Bwahahahaha!
I have so many ideas for possible names! I might even have to sew my mouth shut.
From what I have gathered, the best way to irritate a pregnant member of your family is to offer names. Bear in mind I am trying to be Nice Auntie, before I am Great Auntie.
I know you'll be a great support to your niece, Sundae!
Careful how understanding you are. I'll get you and Monster making future heirlooms...
Having a multiple birth, even twins is considered high risk over here and they'll do many more scans.
Got a text from my sister today to thank me for her birthday gift (that's okay, I bought it in the Sales when I was still working at Boots and got an extra 10% discount on top of the 50% reduction)
She also thanked me for "all my support" with Abs.
I knew they were too close for it to be a secret. Not that I intended it to be one, I just wanted her to have someone to be enthusiastic with. I just think Sissy isn't sharing everything with Mum at present. Her choice. I'm glad to be perceived as supportive anyway.
I suggested names. Blame Bri for goading me.
Abs actually likes Oscar! It was on her shortlist, but she says she might push harder for it now.
Bound not to make it, but I am just happy to have had it considered.
Liam seems to be a favourite so far.
Can't say I'm keen. But that's because I spend five afternoons a week saying it through gritted teeth...
James also a fave for a second name. Nice. Grandad's name.
Mav wants to name the next baby in our house Oscar, but Dazza doesn't like it, so I doubt it'll happen.
Law and Abs came over today. After about 15 mins I suggested Abs might want to see something on the computer. I herded her off upstairs. She knew it would happen, Mum knew it would happen (and had suggested it).
I thought Law was going to paint Mum's toenails - she's hella better at the decoration than I ever was and does a near professional job for free. I ended up gifting her a lot of my Cellar prizes just because she uses them so well.
Abs & I had a chat and I started slowly, thinking we had at least 30 mins, and then Law was knocking at the door ready to go after 15, so a truncated session.
Anyway, showed her the bundle of clothes I have gathered. Some new without tags - unworn. Some donated and barely used. Some worn and with bobbling (very few) but all washed by me in Fairy Non-Bio and including Premie sizes as well as 0-3, which she won't reach for a while.
I explained she could discard them (pref to a charity shop) or stuff them away for emergencies if she wanted her own choice, but I am confident that with twins, the vests and sleepsuits I gave her will be handy at least.
She seemed genuinely happy.
But after she left, Mum said Laura had said, "We don't want anyone buying anything for her yet. It's too soon. You never know what might happen." While this is true, to me it is also a sign of denial. If the whole frigging lot goes to a charity shop I'd rather my neice thought someone cared before she slipped down the stairs.
No, I'm not cross.
Just a bit frustrated.
Reiterated to Abs that she has wonderful parents and I do not want to make them unhappy.
Said she could keep the clothes here as long as she wanted.
And if other larger items were bought (not by us) they could be stored here too as long as they weren't secrets.
And finally offered to host a baby shower here if she wanted one and it couldn't happen at home (Cellar advice, don't remember if it was Monster or Clod). Again I said my sister was to be as involved as she wanted.
Mum leaned over from behind me and gave me a kiss on the cheek tonight as I was typing away (not in the Cellar!)
She'd been talking to the evil witch who told her I was not depressed because I coloured my hair.
Witch said I was being very responsible and a great part of the family.
I don't forgive her, but at least she's talking sense for once.
And the kiss from Mum was wonderful.
But after she left, Mum said Laura had said, "We don't want anyone buying anything for her yet. It's too soon. You never know what might happen." While this is true, to me it is also a sign of denial. If the whole frigging lot goes to a charity shop I'd rather my neice thought someone cared before she slipped down the stairs.
Oh, ouch. Major denial. Sounds like Laura is pushing for adoption. Those hormones are going to be flowing; if Abs isn't already talking strongly about giving them up, no way is it going to happen after they're born. Sometimes even the ones who do have every intention of doing it can't go through with it when the time comes.
You're a good aunt, and Abs will thank you for it someday.
Given that they waited to tell us until Abigail was beyond abortion range, I think denial is the main issue here. They might still hope she will give them up for adoption, but it is so not going to happen. I can say that with confidence, having spoken to her face to face now.
Typical of my family. I never know the rules until I transgress them. They might still be hoping for adoption and I come blundering in with baby clothes and thermometers! No-one told me not to. As far as I can tell it's just a dirty little secret. And although I know better than to thrust in their faces I'm not going to behave in that way too.
She might well be a silly girl. But today she looked strong. Not hiding behind bleached hair. Not kohl'd like an owl. Fresh and scrubbed and maintaining eye-contact. Appearances mean little, but her choice in the one she is projecting is positive.
I was right in that she flatly refuses to breastfeed. Or even consider it.
But no-one has spoken to her of colustrum. No-one.
I'm not going to press her too much.
But if she's not even getting basic information, I should at least try.
She's likely to leak to start with regardless. And it's useful stuff, not moip.
Sundae, I know everyone says breast milk is best, and of course we know it's true, but it's also true that formula for babies is fantastic these days, so unless Abs is incredibly unlucky, her kids wont suffer just because she doesn't breast feed.
Believe me, I know all the arguments for and against, but ultimately, she's going to be in a precarious state when these kids arrive, so if she can make a choice she feels happy with and stick to it, then she needs to be supported.
While breast feeding is cheaper, it doesn't always work, and the stress it can cause if you think it's what you should be doing (even when you just can't physically) can be overwhelming. I know. I've been there. I've failed and felt like I'm depriving my child/ren.
Yes tell her all you can think of to tell her, but I think it's really important that she doesn't feel judged over the choice she makes in the end. Kids grow up healthy and strong whether they're formula or breast fed these days. This is probably one of the least things others should worry about, but it's one of the most controversial issues most new mothers face, and it's horrible.
To put the picture personally, I've decided not to even bother trying breast feeding this time around simply because I can't stand to deal with the stress of simply not being able to no matter what I've tried - and believe me, I've tried everything to encourage milk flow but it just doesn't happen.
If that happens with Abs and you've changed her mind and made her think it's really the best option, how will she cope with the guilt, knowing that she's already going to be stressed out of her brain with twins and a family who are largely against the notion of the kids in the first place.
anyway, sorry if I'm being rude. I just wanted to say that. I hope it's come across as I wanted it to. I don't want you to feel bad either sundae. xxx
No you're not being rude. I do understand the issues surrounding breast feeding.
I really am just trying to open her up to ideas. She won't hear them at home, and of course she has no friends who've been through it either. Because of my previous job I've met more pregnant women/ new mothers than your average person. The plural of hearsay is not expertise, but it does allow me a wider view of bumps than other childless women.
And in the end, I do want what's best for her.
Yeah, I figured as much. She's probably right on the defensive with everyone, after the reception she's had in general, so I can imagine why she'd be that way.
I just had to say something knowing how much the issue of breast feeding has messed with my mind, and I'm a seasoned campaigner as far as raising kids goes. ;)
Not wanting things bought might also be a way of protecting her should something go wrong with the pregnancy. Given her youth and the fact that she's carrying twins.
It could be that of course.
But given she has already suggested this as a welcome outcome I think it's still part of her denial. I'm not good at thinking the best of her of course.
Had another email from Abigail tonight.
Wow. Talk about building bridges.
She said she's already tried on the support belt and she can feel where it will help.
She writes as a teen/ young adult, not as a child writing a thank you letter for another set of scented drawer liners.
She's made up about the baby shower offer, has mentioned it to me and Mum again and thanked us. Apparently her friends really want to organise one. I imagine she's been a bit torn, wanting one but unsure of how it would be viewed at home. Of course I have reiterated that her Mum should be as involved as she wants to be, but now I've said it I'll just let her get on with it. What teen girl doesn't want to plan a party? Oh, probably lots, but I remember planning my best friend's 16th. Even though her parents were going to be upstairs. It occupied us from my birthday (July) until hers (October). It was worth it though - I did get to snog Geoff.
So, June half term.
And we're already in April.
Her bessie (who has been going to the scans with her) will contact me later this week. I'll let her have her head. We'll cater simply with a good cake, sandwiches, soft drinks etc and she and her friends can go to town with blue balloons, banners, flowers whatever. It's what I love to do too, but this is not about me.
Dad will have to go round to Stevo's for the day. Ste still has all the Sky Sports channels (we've had to give them up). The place will be a frothy palace of baby blue and gushing teens. I intend to serve and gracefully retire. Like a Great Aunt should.
She may yet lose one or both of the twins.
I am aware of this is as possibility.
Tennant at school is a surviving identical twin - his brother died after they were born.
If she loses one or both I will do what I can to help pick up the pieces. And the charity shops will be grateful for some Fairy Non-Bio capsules, some vests and sleepsuits and some size 1 nappies.
It's true I'm a spender not a saver. So although I'm buying no more clothes, where I see a Buy One Get One Free on babywipes, as I did today, I'll stick them in my shopping basket.
The mundane things will help if she gets through this safely.
And the willingness to see it as a future, not an ending is already helping her.
Goodness. I sound all Donna there.
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I think you're handling this brilliantly. One or two people making positive noises and treating this as, if not the preferred option, at the very least a potentially lovely thing will do a lot to offset the upset and turmoil of it all.
[eta] frankly, the potential dangers to one or both twins makes it all the more imporatant that she gets to own this now.
How far along is she again? It's true that twins are high risk, but in all honesty, she is in the prime of her child bearing years (even though society chooses to have kids later), so she has the best chance of a healthy delivery unless there are other complications.
I think in all things, you must focus on the positive side of things and just assume it's all going to be fine. Especially with babies.
I think you're doing the right thing helping out Sundae. If things do go balls up, I would be willing to bet she might tread the same path again some time in the next couple of years anyway, so it wont all be for nothing.
I just worked it out. She must be about 15 or 16 weeks?
That scan was pretty early to be able to determine the sex of the babies definitively. I had one at 12 weeks and there was no way to tell.
Just curious. :)
I'm 14 weeks and a couple of days, so that means Abs is only a couple of weeks in front of me.
Which, since twins often emerge early, means it is neck and neck for the Delivery Stakes!
i thought it was a 20 week scan
I think you're handling this brilliantly. One or two people making positive noises and treating this as, if not the preferred option, at the very least a potentially lovely thing will do a lot to offset the upset and turmoil of it all.
[eta] frankly, the potential dangers to one or both twins makes it all the more imporatant that she gets to own this now.
There's a strong tendency for people to see what they want to see. If she's hopeful, Sundae's words to her will ring out. Keep up the good work Sundae.
i thought it was a 20 week scan
Well that's what I had in my mind too, so maybe it was mentioned elsewhere? Can't remember, and it's very possible I am wrong. lol
The reason I was confused was because of the discussion about things going wrong, but if it's after 20 weeks, then things are looking pretty good, and every extra week means the prognosis is better and better.
She is 22 weeks on Friday.
And yes, my consideration is that she is safe, but as I say I worked around plenty of pregnancies, and I had to do quite a few sad returns.
Mum is going with her for the scan on Friday.
She's trying very hard. Still trash talking Abs to her friends of course, but you can't change the habits of a lifetime.
So, Easter.
It went pretty much as well as any family event.
We (in this house) did not ask any questions about the pregnancy in front of my BIL and the subject didn't come up.
I skipped out on all the help with preparing and cleaning up afterwards and chatted with the children & Gary instead. This was to deliberately give Mum & Laura a chance to talk in the kitchen, although I don't think babies came up. Still, it was their mother & daughter time. And it was nice to laze about in my own house :)
I don't know whether Gary was making a concerted effort with me, and if so whether Laura had prompted him that the way to my heart is through my cat, but he was full of praise for Diz. Then again, he is a cat-lover and had had a few sherberts so it's probably me over-analysing :ninja:
We had a leg of lamb for dinner, roast and boiled potatoes, Yorkshire pud, veg, gravy, mint sauce. Yum.
Abs. Not obviously showing.
And me, because I was the only one taking photos and you might have forgotten what I look like by now.
Typical teenager has her phone melded to her hand.
They had to leave in a hurry as Samuel started to react badly (to Diz he said, but we're not sure, more likely to be Mia) and hadn't brought his inhaler with him. Still, we got in a couple of rounds of Who Wants to be a Millionaire on someone's i-phone before they did. I feel Laura was the only one who was really concerned about samuel, the rest of us were having too much fun! I do love a family quiz.
Ste & E came over on Bank Holiday Monday.
This is after Dad had his "faint" and was checked out by a paramedic (see
here for details). So there was a muted feel to the evening. No boozing for a start!
I called Stevo out to help with the drying up, then disappeared as soon as it was done so they could have mother and son time. They talked all about the situation and the future and Mum's feelings and what Law has said and what Abs has texted etc etc. It probably did Mum the world of good. I sat and chatted with Erika, but to be honest she was happy talking to Dad about football (the results were coming in on the TV) so I was a bit of a spare wheel.
Leftover lamb/ four-bird-roast (the stuffing was too sage-y for me) and all the usual.
Desserts, also from yesterday.
Homemade cake (Mum's), shop bought fruit tart.
Typical teenager has her phone melded to her hand.
Tell me about it!
Okay we'd finished eating at this point, but here is Nan and Grandson enjoying the after-lunch lull in their different ways...
It looks like you all had a pretty good time, all told. Kudos to you for trying to ensure that your mum got a private chat with everyone important. x
Meet one of my Great-Nephews!
I am calling them Tiger and Bubba, but I am not sure which one this is.
They are 2 lb, 2oz (hang on, how come we still use Imperial for babies?! - must confuse the hell out of Abs who's grown up with Metric). One is a little larger than the other. One is in breach position.
Three more appointments for her. Mum will be at two of them, one is when Mum is in Australia, but she has offered Dad as a driver and suggested she takes a friend as she will have finished her exams by then.
She'll get a definite date for the [non-elective] Caesarian at the final appointment. Early-mid July as previously mentioned.
Her blood pressure and urine are fine, they are happy with the growth of the boys. The consultant did say, "They don't have much room to move, even now" but Abs confirmed there is still plenty of movement from her point of view!
Hope she is using her pregnancy belt and cushion - I only saw her as I was leaving for school this morning (her appointment was at 09.00). Had a few secs to show her the snowsuits I bought. 3-6 months, didn't go over £2 on either. Bought them while we were having a mini heat wave about a month ago. What idiot would buy a snowsuit when it was hot? Especially for a child already 3 months old. Ha ha ha - wily old Great Aunts, that's who. Even a mild winter isn't all that mild for babbas after all.
My Great-Nephews will officially arrive on 9 July.
Currently weighing in at just under and just over 3lbs each. My sister took the morning off school to take Abs to her scan (the first one she has attended). Surprise all round here, but I uess she had to get involved at some point. Six weeks before birth is better than not at all.
Mum & Dad are taking Abigail out for lunch on Friday as she finishes school at 13.30.
Boo, hiss - we're not finishing early for half term so I miss out.
Then again, Mum says Dad is already muttering under his breath about having to buy his Grandaughter lunch, let alone his daughter freeloading!
I'll get Mum to take lunch photos - her final practice before flying out to Oz.
She needs to practice on food and faces.
They're only going to the Dairy Maid, so I think you've seen the whole menu photographed at some point or other anyway, but she needs to get it right for when she meets Ali!
Photo of Dad, taken by Mum today.
She's not getting the "faces" bit right, but I can't really fault the photo.
Oooh yeah, not long till your Mum gets here and I still haven't sent my number to you. lol I'd better get onto that. :)
My 40th birthday, Sundae. Sunday I mean.
Had a family BBQ.
There were supposed to be other celebrations but I have been feeling exceptionally low lately, and in the end this was all I could agree to.
It went off well.
Have met "Dad" now, as in the father of my Great-Nephews.
My Sis & BIL finally came round to the idea that this is going to happen and like it or not he is involved.
To be fair to Gary, he admitted that if it was five years down the line he'd have been delighted with him as a prospective son in law - he's polite, decent, interested in sport and has strong family values. But of course it's not five years down the line, so he spent five months wanting to punch Connor's lights out.
Anyway. I was pleasantly surprised to find some of the attention on me. People really seemed to respect the fact it was my 40th and seek me out, rather than the way things usually are, where I seek out conversations.
I got vouchers and money; £40 to go to the GTG in December, Mum is holding it for me and then £40 vouchers. A good haul. Also flowers, a personalised glass and a photo frame. Ste knocked up a presentation pack for our trip to Thorpe Park in November. We're going on Bonfire Night and I get to ride rollercoasters in the dark - woohoo! He's paying for travel and everything, bless him. It included a park map, the actual tickets and an IOU for the train.
Also had a photo-cake. Me on my first birthday.
The flowers were gorgeous - a pink, glittery extravaganza with four balloons. They arrived Saturday as florists don't deliver on Sundays. Still looking good today.
Below, the sides and condiments table before the big-hitters came out. Missing are bread and potatoes and of course MEAT! I didn't take any other pics of food so you just have to imagine... Chips & dips and various snacks also not on display as they were on side tables.
The whole motley crew. Taken by a non-familial guest. She suggested and organised the photo and I am very grateful for that - I was just snapping individuals as my own personal record of the day.
Left to right, Erika (SIL) with Diz, Laura (sis), Gary (BIL), Samuel (nephew), Mum, Dad, Abs (niece & great-nephews), Connor (tall), Stevo (bro) and yours truly.
And here I am waiting for a photo to be taken. The one with me smiling is blurred so you get this slightly bemused one instead.
Connor seems like a really good chap.
I can see how relaxed Abigail is around him. She is completely herself, so he was able to slot into the occasion without wondering why she had become a completely different person (this sounds obvious but it's not always the case with 17 year olds!)
He was quite sanguine. I quizzed him quite extensively and he took it all in good humour. Some of it was genuine questions but more was just silliness ("vampire or werewolf?") and he seemed very natural, admitting when he had no clue or had little opinion to offer.
As I said on the day, it's nice to see some height potential being added to the family gene pool ;) In this photo she is standing on a higher step of the decking. See previous post for the real height difference.
Mum and Dad of course. Mum wearing Dad's Aussie hat - it was a day of sunshine and showers and we were in and out of the house a couple of times.
Laura & Gary.
More relaxed and happier than I have seen them all year.
They've had to make a concerted effort to save their marriage while going through all this. They're still unhappy, but they are coming through it as a committed unit. I sincerely admire tham for this.
Even if G still regards me as some bizarre comic-turn that says the most extraordinary things. I admit I'm ruder in front of him that anywhere else other then here. But he eggs me on because he genuinely doesn't seem to believe the things I say or admit to having done. And he doesn't know the half of it!!
Abs & Samuel. My only good pic of Sams because he is in Annoying Younger Brother Mode and deliberately moves or obscures his face in the second after the button is depressed. He's not camera shy, just thinks it's funny. He is also in full-on double entendre mode. Fnarr, fnarr to any mention of bottom, box, cream, cheese etc etc. It's wearing, but I do have a lot of time for him. I had to be careful what I said as he's still innocent despite his attempted crudity. I did manage some subtle heading off at the pass though. "Eugh! You just said it came in a nice box!"
"Yes, I was talking about the gift-wrap. Did you think I was talking about the contents of someone's knickers?"
I expect the next time I see Abigail is when the twins are born (9 July) or as soon after as possible. Everyone had told me how HUGE she was. Judge for yourself. Yes, she's carrying 9lb of babies, but I wouldn't put her past 6 months with one child, let alone 8 months with two. They're all happy and healthy though, and I can report that she is eating well. Even though she had to go pee behind a bush on her way back from walking Connor to the bus stop!
So this is Diz, chilling out and enjoying a moment of alone time after being fussed quite a bit by various people.
And a last shot of me because it was my birthday after all.
looks like a lovely day!
Happy Birthday.
Love your hair Chezza!
Looks like everyone had a good time.
Damn - I meant to give you this yesterday!!! :dunce: I'll look after it for you shall I?
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Happy birthday!!
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Oh! And it looks like you had a lovely time! I am glad!!
Yes please, look after it very carefully!
Then post it to me if the weather starts looking grim so that I can selfishly treasure it and not worry about whether you will make it over from Arran...
I'm a bit worried about whether the Megabus will be running on the night of the 23rd. I mean it must be, right? It arrives on the morning of Christmas Eve and everyone is still working then. Right?
It's not possible book that far ahead, so I'll have to keep checking and rechecking.
I console myself that if I am stranded on the way home at least I'll already have seen you & Dani & JB. I might buy a SheWee just in case though...
How nice! Connor looks like a good chap. At first I thought your nephew was her beau, and was frightened.
I agree with you, Abigail doesn't look giant as far as pregnant chicks go. But 9 lbs of baby isn't really that much; my second one was more than that all by herself. I recently saw a picture of a woman (friend of a friend) the day before she delivered twins that were roughly 8.5 pounds each. She was unable to stand for more than a few minutes at a time, and her proportions were genuinely disturbing.
She's been very carefully monitored. Her age and size have made her "at risk" from the start.
I don't completely know why - my teacher quizzed me about it yesterday with quite an accusing tone. Then again pretty much everything she says sounds critical and I've finally learned to accept it as just her way. Just in time to leave her class :)
But you're saying what I think Clod - she doesn't even look like she's carrying 9lbs, so where the HUGE came from I can only guess. And my guess is my skinny sister. Who did not wear any maternity clothes during either of her pregnancies, choosing instead to wear her normal jeans with an extender belt under her neat tidy bump, and slightly larger tops which I inherited, being bigger in the bust than her even at my slimmest.
Connor is 20, soon to be 21. Not to be mistaken for my baby-faced 14yo nephew :)
Yes, I am pleased with him. I can see how his calm attitude has brought L & G round. And the fact that his Mum has been so kind and accepting towards Abigail.
Yeah, I like the look of Connor.
And they look good together, comfortable with each other.
Me, so busy talking that I do not realise a butterfly has perched on my nose.
And back to the real purpose for the thread - please welcome Jack (4lb 4.5oz) and Liam (4lb 5oz) And no, I'm not sure which one is which in this picture. I get to go see Abigail tomorrow - no guarantee I will see the babies.
She is well, but tired, and upset that she cannot see her babies but Connor can (he's already fed them). She is worried they will bond with him and not her. She was talked through this before the birth of course, but I imagine it feels very different now. Mum was reassuring her, and I'm sure the nurses will too.
Awww. Oh look at them. How gorgeous are they?
How come she can't see her bairns?
Awww...they look nice and colourful for prems. Awesome!
How come she can't see her bairns?
They have to be a special care unit, being premature. She is not allowed out of bed because of the Caesarian. She's on a catheter for a start, which restricts her movement somewhat...
The hospital will get them together as soon as they can, but it's just not possible for the moment.
Ahhh. I see. That makes sense. Oh, poor lass. Must be so hard for her.
She's been fainting today.
They wheeled her down to see them but she only managed 20 minutes before passing out from the heat in the room. She's never been a hot person, but she is very flushed now says Mum, and has a fan on constantly. The nurses aren't worried, just monitoring her. They say it's her body's way of dealing with a serious operation.
Sadly, because she was unwell, Laura asked if Mum & Dad could go in to see her 15.00-16.00, so they're not going tonight. So I'm not either. Never mind, perhaps by the time I get to go in, the boys will be more accessible anyway - no-one from our side of the family has been able to see them yet.
They're out of incubators, which has to be a good sign of progress.
Happy belated Birthdays!
Good luck to Mom and Dad as well!!!
Abigail hasn't fainted today and the boys are up on the ward with her.
She had to (observe) the first nappy change today. A squelchy one as it leaked out of the nappy, up into and out of the sleepsuit... and all over my arm.
Thanks Jack, the first time we are introduced you get me smeared in greeny-black poo!
Abs was mortified, no matter how much I assured her it was not her fault, I didn't mind and after all I'd better get used to it.
Anyway, had a quick cuddle with both, til we were ushered out by a martinet who insisted on the two-people-per-bed rule. Okay okay, we had four so it was a bit cheeky. The saddest part was when Samuel was told he could come onto the ward to say hello but would then have to leave immediately and would not be allowed to return - he's 14. No-one under 16 is allowed unless they are the child of the patient. The Nurse did apologise (given the tears in his eyes it was hard not to) but explained that if the rules were broken by one family they would have to start making exceptions for them all. True I suppose, but hard on Sams.
Mum and I holding Liam.
Dad with a newly cleaned up Jack.
His quirky grin to the side looks cute, but in fact it was because Mum had just started berating him for having a stupid smile on his face.
so beautiful! so wonderful!
Thanks. The babies are cute too.
Geez, and to think they're predicting my one to weigh as much as those two put together! lol
Lovely pics! :)
Fantabulous! You all look wonderful!
Conor feeding Liam
Stevo with him after burping
Jack
Jack and Liam back in cot - they are going home this afternoon.
Hope the outside is not too much of a shock to tiny minds.
Bright! Cold! Noisy!
Stephen looks just like your dad in that shot, Sundae. The babies look like they've gained a lot of health in the last week. Good luck to everyone!
Adorable!
I guess the fun is about to start now!!! lol
They are just beautiful, Sundae! Congratulations to you and your family and Happy Birthday to Jack and Liam.
Update on the kittens.
Although they are looking more like babies now.
Very lively when I went round Wednesday - very wriggly. It was good to see their range of movements. Especially funny when Jack gave a few little sneezes while lying on the mat - his arms and legs jerked up and he looked so surprised. Whole body sneezes - that's a Robinson family trait!
L & G are taking Sams away in the October half term - off to Great Yarmouth. That will be good for him, having some quality time with them alone. Also he can sleep through the nights! Connor will come and stay with her for the week and of course family are only a phone call away. Not just my parents but her Auntie Dawn, who she is quite close to. She has an even bigger family, but those are the ones she will trust to help.
No further talk about her going back to school or moving out. We're not raising the subjects just yet. They simply dropped off the agenda at some point in July. She's definitely not going back in September - which she talked about in the earlier stages of her pregnancy - because she was joking with her Mum about what would happen in September when she was on her own (ie my sister will be back at work in school, as I will be).
Anyway, all seems calm and pretty settled. Samuel genuinely loves his nephews and holds and kisses them unselfconsciously. Not a given with a soon-to-be 15 year old. I know my brother wouldn't be interested in doing that.
The boys looking like the Mitchell brothers. Jack closest to the camera.
Liam being fed. I think. Look - they're identical! Even Abs puts them down in alphabetical order, like Ant and Dec.
A photo Laura sent Mum.
And another from me - ready to give me a lift home and hit the town.
beautiful.
Abs looks tired, bless her.
So cute!!!
Thanks again Sundae. :D
Actually she was looking really good - I caught her squinting at the TV because the breaking news was a hostage situation at Schiphol Airport (Amsterdam)! Which turned out to be a mis-communication.
As far as having twins can be considered easy, she is very lucky. Everyone in the house adores the babies and work around them. She doesn't need to cook, clean, iron, shop, wash clothes. Grandad gets up to help with night feeds, Laura helps with all the others. Connor's Mum has already babysat so they could go to football and go for a meal. My Mum will be round there every morning/ lunchtime if asked in September (Laura gets home at 15.30).
I do not mean any of this in a critical way. I'm very happy she is so well supported, especially when it looked like - for months - that she would not be. Mum & Dad talked seriously about moving her in here, that's how tense things were at their house.
It's not going to be a walk in the park by any means. But those boys will grow up in a very tight-knit family. Which is such a relief.
Oh, that's just brilliant.
You know what really makes me happy? This is self-centered, even by my standards, feel free to skip. When I go round or see a photo and they are wearing the clothes I bought.
Not in a showy way, as she has some lovely things for them.
But I bought mostly vests and underclothes. And underneath they have them on. And I even had a quick eyeball at what was on the washing line (what?! I walked right past it on my way out?!) and there, fluttering and dancing in the breeze were simple little things I recognised. And Mum has a couple of photos where they have on some of the handknitted stuff donated by Ms Mc at my school.
Not only did I really, actually help, but things I bought were accepted by the whole family, not just a thank you from Abs and then, "Well, we won't be needing these" once they all came back together as a unit.
Yay!
They're all looking very lovely. :) It is good to see the family pulling together. Maybe the twins were a blessing in disguise - for a while at least. :)
That would have made me happy too, Sundae. I don't think that's self centrd in any kind of a bad way. It is just nice to see that something you tried to do turned out to have been genuinely helpful and appreciated.
I'd have got a buzz from seeing those things on the washing line and so evidently in use.
This whole story is so sweet Sundae! I'm so glad things worked out for her, and the babies are precious! :) I always loved seeing my friend's babies wearing clothes that I bought for them, I think it's just human nature.
Ab's 18th birthday on Sunday.
It was far too chilly for us to be sitting in the garden, but the house was too small for the amount of people invited. I wished I'd brought my jacket - not something I usually say.
Anyway, I had a cuddle with Jack to warm myself up, while Dad had Liam.
They look lovely. Very cute in their caps.
I like the new hair colour Sundae! Very sophisticated. xxx
What a pair of cute, beautiful boys! You have a lovely family, Sundae.
Great pics!!! The boys are precious and you're looking good too. I like the hair
Very handsome!!
A question Sundae.
Are you or your Dad lefties? I don't think you are since you appear to be wearing a watch on your left wrist, where most righties wear theirs. But your Dad and you are both cradling the baby in your right arm. I'm a goofy foot when it comes to surfing and maybe when it comes to babies too, but my most natural posture for carrying a baby that size is in my left arm, leaving my right hand free for the bottle, or tickles or whatever.
I'm curious.
I think it was just the way he was handed to me, to be honest.
Diz always wants to be over my left shoulder, so I know I switched Jacky over when I moved inside, as the comparison made me smile. Jack's heavier than Diz now, he wasn't when he was born though! Fat knacker of a cat is back on a diet.
Oh, you're right re my Dad being sinister though.
I think it was just the way he was handed to me, to be honest.
Diz always wants to be over my left shoulder, so I know I switched Jacky over when I moved inside, as the comparison made me smile. Jack's heavier than Diz now, he wasn't when he was born though! Fat knacker of a cat is back on a diet.
how dexterous of you!
Oh, you're right re my Dad being sinister though.
muaahhahahahahahahahaha~!
:nuts:
Halloween pics of the babbas.
No idea which is which, sorry!
But Skelly-Boy looks like Simon Pegg.
He does indeed! In fact...
I love that other guy-he is just so funny. He reminds me of...well, I guess me; not that I'm funny but that I'm that level of slacker.
We watched Paul the other night, those guys are hilarious.
Paul had me in stitches.
@ Sundae: Babies are lookin cute. Cute and healthy :)
Babies are looking so cute
My brother bought me tickets to a theme park for my birthday.
We went on Guy Fawkes (5th November)
Here is my report.
We set off on the 07.24 train. Walked to the front of course, as we both know that Marylebone is the terminal, therefore the further up the train you are, the further up the platform. We were trying to get a specific train to Staines, to catch a specific bus, to get the Thorpe Park before it opened at 10.00. We had 37 minutes to get across London. In rush hour.
I did think I’d blown it - when we got on at Aylesbury the train was already pretty full (there is a stop beforehand - Aylesbury Parkway) so I chose two seats in the middle of the carriage. No. Do not do this. You will get stuck behind grannies and faffers. People from other carriages will get to the barriers before you. Said grannies and faffers, who dither finding their tickets. Tcha.
I was also too slow to get travel photos, as by the third stop I was hemmed in and so was Stevo and my camera was in my bag in the luggage rack..
Anyway, we both know our way around the Tube. Marylebone to Waterloo is a simple skip down the Bakerloo Line. We had to let the first train go as it was rammed (we’d allowed for this.) The next one we made sure we were in pole position (the right part of the platform to be in front of the doors) and crushed in regardless.
We hiked up the escalators at Waterloo (which reminded me I have thigh muscles - as they were complaining) and made the Staines train by two minutes. I don’t know about trains in other parts of the world, but trains from London lock their doors electronically 30 seconds prior to departure to avoid accidents. You snooze you lose.
Bus was waiting for the train at Staines station. Very sensible service, timed purely for Thorpe Park. Sounds obvious but this is public transport and you can’t expect that. When I lived in a village the choice was to spend 14 minutes or 4 hours in Aylesbury, neither of which suited my needs.
We got there at 09.55 and joined the queue. Very happy peoples. This was the last day of the season and the Monday after (most) schools had had a weeks holiday for half term. We hoped for blue skies, hardly any childer and short queuing times. We got them.
I’d scrambled over and under and into and out of every website I could find about the park. I had a plan. It was all about where to head first and why and when and how best to avoid 90 minute queues (yes, they do happen in the summer.) I was determined to come away having ridden ALL the big rides, even though some of them terrified me.
Turns out there was no need, apart from satisfying my pedant itch. Place was E.M.P.T.Y. By summer standards at least. We walked onto most rides, longest queuing time 7 minutes. Oh, except Nemesis Inferno - Ste had a hankering for the first row so we waited for 25 minutes. Hey-ho, I indulged him. He was paying (well actually more because he is my brother and I love him and this was the best day out I think I have ever had.)
Looking at the queue in front of us at the entrance to the park - 70? people? - I suggested to Ste that we did The Swarm first after all. It’s new this year and the attraction most people hit first. Ste said, “Go on then - we’ll walk past most of these people anyway.” And he was right. Thorpe Park is a lot smaller than Alton Towers, not having gardens or ruins or a cable car. It’s easy to get around.
Yup - we waited less than five minutes. Were on about the third ride of the day. At the docking station I suddenly felt apprehensive. The first drop looks nothing when walking in, but the ride is partly sunken, if you get what I mean. The initial climb seemed interminable. I am pleased to report that my mind did not snap (my major fear on rides is my sanity) and Ste and I screamed and howled simultaneously. A brother and sister scream team.
More of the theming (is that even a word?)
Taken at different times of the day - I went on it three times, Steven went on it twice but was camera-boy for my solo ride.
The Swarm was great fun.
As I said, we were both really screamy.
Its selling point is that you are out on "wings" so you have nothing above you and nothing underneath you. Can't say that it added anything special for me; I screamed just as much on the log flime and you are very obviously encased in a plastic log!
Steven felt a bit Tom-Dick after another ride, so I had a solo ride later in the day. We also chose it as our last ride, riding in twilight. I'm glad I had all three experiences - blue skies, slightly overcast (high noon) and after official sunset.
Official ride photo and me on the ride. Not that you can see me. I only know I am on it myself because Stevo assured me I was. One thing I found - if you are totally obsessed that a family member can see you/ catch you on camera, no ride in the world can cause you any fear. I never put my arms up on a rollercoaster, despite loving them - my second time on The Swarm I don't think my hands even touched the restraint, I was too busy making sure Ste saw my red gloves.
Well now. Onto my most feared ride of the day.
Stealth.
Silly name for a dirty great big coaster that dominates the skyline.
Still.
I do not like big drops. I abhor slow climbs, which give me The Fear (that my mind will snap, yes.)
I had to go on this because it is one of the main rides and I would die of shame if I didn't. But I was terrified.
My only consolation was that John Barrowman had also been on it. And come off unscathed. Stevo & I were discussing the many things JB had done that meant it was okay for me to go on. He answered questions (Scream If You Know The Answer - main reason I chose Thorpe Park), he looked handsome, he had good teeth, he was gay. Steven objected to the last criterion, saying that no theme park ride could change your sexuality. Correct, little bro, nice to know you were listening ;)
I loved it!
It was so fast that the climb was nothing.
The height was all talk and no trousers because it was over so quickly.
But what a thrill!
Ste and I whooped like gaylords. Sorry, I mean like over-excited heteros who have a day off work.
Went on twice, part of the Steven feeling ill session.
My car coming out of the station.
Me on ride. The one in the middle in the grey top, not the one near the front.
Yes the long scarecrowy arms are mine, I didn't have anyone next to me. Due to speed/ photo setting. Y'all know I'm not quite that spindly.
That Looks like a HOOT !!
Excellent reportage Sundae :)
omg, i'd lose my lunch on that one. rollercoasters scare the piss out of me!
I'm glad you wrote that up, because words fail me.
No. Way. but thanks for asking. Yes, I'll operate your camera from here on Earth. Looks awesome, I admit.
Oops. There is actually more.
You know me - if it's worth writing in 10 words it's worth writing in 100!
So the next big ride was Colossus.
I wasn't too worried about this one - it's a twisty-turny-loopy kind of ride, no big drop, no supersonic speed. So I was quite blase. It took a whole to find the entrance; the only downside of a mostly empty park being that you can't follow the crowds to the big rides. Oh and their map is PANTS - lots of big cartoon graphics and little to show where actual entrances are. We walked round a later ride one and a half times before we saw where to enter. Grrrr.
I had lost The Fear at this point. Not bad after two rides! I was chopsing to Stevo all the way up the first hill. After that it was screams and squeaks and gasps! The damn thing just doesn't quit. It has 10 inversions and I was held by my shoulder restraint for all of them. Small dips compared to Stealth but far more air time - I screamed at each one. Just bloody good fun. I came off and said to Ste "I want to go on that one again!"
We didn't immediately, as we had more to do, but we did go back for more eventually.
Got this from youtube - posted by the official website, so I assume it's okay to repost.
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And some of those inversions, looking like nothing at all from the outside but really noticeable on the ride!
Nemesis Inferno is just across from Colossus, so it made sense to go there immediately. We've both been on the original Nemesis at Alton Towers and loved it for the sheet dizzying speed and compact turns. I always loved Nemesis for taking the rider on the outside of the loop - it's exhilarating when you are on it, and when you watch it, it's like the flashing fin of a great serpent breaking the water.
Anyway, I seem to remember that this ride was themed around a volcano originally. If so, it's not now, which is a shame. Of all the rides this was not the oldest but looked the most battered. It was end of season and in bright sunlight which can't have helped. Still, once again we walked on, which at least meant we weren't staring it the same tatty bit of "landscaping" for long. When we came back to this ride we queued for the front seat. I got really restless and impatient. 25 minutes? Bloody hell. No, I didn't forget that I queued 70 minutes for Nemesis at Alton Towers when it was new. Or that I got sunburnt in doing so. Or that I was with my big lump of a boyfriend whose fastest walk was an amble and we only got on four rides that day... It was just 25 minutes was out of synch with the rest of our day. Anyway, Ste wanted it and it was the least I could do.
Nemesis Inferno is longer and more dramatic than the original. You get really chucked about and it is still a blitz of a ride. I sussed out where the cameras were on the first ride and got a good pic on the second, but Stevo looked a bit wall-eyed so we didn't get that one ;) They were £8 each and he was paying after all.
Another shot of Colossus showing the empty queueing pen for Nemesis and an unprepared Steven.
Saw from Nemesis.
And then onto Saw.
This one did spook me. Partly because of that vertical climb, however small it is in rollercoaster terms.
This was our 7 minute wait, and I did not appreciate it. You had to climb up rather dank stairs, as if in an abandoned carpark (except they did not smell of wee). I could easily have been spooked into a bad state of mind by a cruel companion. Thank FSM for easy-going younger brothers who this would strike as cruel and unusual.
The line ran quickly. Two cars of eight (four in each row) were loaded at a time and set off at intervals. First trip we were in the back seat but there were only the two of us. Second trip we made a four with another couple but were in the front. Four tiny girls got in behind us - two veterans, one solicitous mother-hen-alike and Holly. All the way round we heard "It's okay Holly! Close your eyes Holly! Oh no, don't cry Holly!" Well, at least until we started screaming loud enough to drown them out. Seriously, they looked about nine to me, bless them.
SPOILERS!
Saw starts with a section in the dark with a sudden drop. Then there is an inversion in the dark. It's worse in the second row, because the big fat heads in front block out any possible daylight. Second time, especially in the front row, you can see the track.
That vertical climb is appalling.
Once I knew it wouldn't kill me I was more relaxed (unlike poor Holly) but it's still unnerving. The drop is spectacular, especially coming over the lump on top - two shocks for the price of one.
It keeps going until the last possible moment, with a drop and an inversion just before the station.
The ride is excellent, it was my favourite of the day. It's a right head-banger though. It shook me up so much the second time I was calling out more in pain than fear. A walk around and a rest cured me, but I did worry that it had finished me off for the day.
Our official Saw photo.
After this we did a trio of water rides.
It was still only about 11.30 I think, and the sun was as high in the sky as it was going to get.
ALL the water rides advise that you are going to get VERY WET. Given that it was a November day, albeit a clement one, Steven thought long and hard about going on them at all. I was all gung ho, but I'm the one with an empty bank account and he has savings - say something?
He agreed! Yay!
We'd been on one of the lesser rides (Samurai - which is like being in a washing machine) and it was right next to the entrance to the Log Flume. Kismet. So Log Flume we did. The plastic log was awash with water, but we'd seen people coming off and at worst they'd caught some spray, so we just hopped right on. I had my phone and camera in a sealable sandwich bag and Ste had his (much superior phone/ Blackberry/ thingy) in the inside pocket of his waterproof jacket.
Self portrait taken leaving the station before I stowed camera safely in said plastic sheath.
Aw, Cherry! You guys look like you had a frigging blast!!
YAY! You look very happy, too. Good for you, girl.
No pics of the next one - Storm Surge.
My brain has erased it from my memory because it was rubbish and caused problems.
High summer, hot day, okay. Although you'd probably waste over 30 mins in the queue.
Novemeber, chilly, walk right on wothough seeing other rides coming down - bad news.
The worst part was that there were inches of water in the bottom of the raft. You can't help but step in it before you realise. Unless you are the last person in (me) and put your feet up on the seat. Poor old Steven soaked his trainers and socks. And then whinged like a girl for the next hour. Oops - where's the code for crossing out?
Bless him - he'd brought his American Theme Park (no idea which park) poncho on my request. We bought a locker for £1 before going on the second two rides and he never asked for a borrow. Then again - he had his waterproof with hood, as opposed to my sweatshirt and scarf.
Here is a video that shows it wasn't worth the wet for those people in March either.
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And two photos of me standing in front of Tidal Wave - last to follow.
danm I wish I knew how to post 3 in a row.
We went on Tidal Wave too (the ride above)
It was the standard kinda water ride you had before flumes were invented.
I'd worked out the photo carefully - where to stand for maximum impact and least chance of getting wet. I did this by moving my bro around (between rides) and watching the splash patterns once he'd moved. A number of really kind chaps asked if we both wanted to be in the photo. "No thanks" I replied, obviously sounding rather cavalier about my supposed partner.
So. Lunchtime.
Can you believe it was warm enough to sit outside in November?
Don't get me wrong, neither of us took any clothes off (one noticeable exception I will mention later) but the sun was warm enough to be able to choose outside dining. The park was also empty enough to pick and choose where we wanted to eat, not to queue for food and not to have to hover for seats (although this is a particular brand of the Dark Arts I am proud to call my own). You can't even get into these places when the park is at capacity - unless you eat at 10.00 or 16.00.
We chose Calypso BBQ.
Don't shoot me, okay - I know from watching Adam Richman that there isn't any BBQ on there. It's theme-park-international.
Menu.
Note incorrect use of it's? I did.
I had the Piri Piri Salad. What a good girl am I.
It came with cherry tomatoes, which were definitely NOT on the photo menu outside.
But it was such a large portion and a reasonable flavour so it seemed mean to cavil. Also it was the last day and they probably thought they were giving me a treat.
Ste had the rack of ribs. The sauce was good and the meat was tender, he sez.
I tried some of the sauce on one of his leftover potato lattices and I agree, not bad at all.
Same as before but from the other side of the table.
Steven's socks drying.
He took them off because they were so wet.
Now much as I have praised the November sun, it simply does not have the bake factor of a summer sun, and they remained wet.
Personally I would have worn them, knowing my feet would get used to it. But he earns enough money to wear shoes without holes, so the phenomenon is unfamiliar to him. After lunch we went straight to one of the drying booths (£3!) and I held one of his socks up to an air vent, and the other to a heat lamp. For the curious, the heat lamp worked better.
Wonderful photos. Girl, I love the hair & you have been losing weight, too. Looking quite the hottie
Yeah, Sundae, you look fucking great. Love that hair colour. And I really like those jeans too.
So.
This is a bit like the stories you wrote when you were ten.
Detail, detail, detail then you ran out of time and finished it off in one sentence (but never coming out of a shower it was all a dream because that was lame even then)
We redid all of the major rides. Or at least I did.
Ste went on most of them again, once he had his stomach back under control.
I have no photos of the minor ones... just because they fit into the landscape and I didn't think this through. Would love to go back and take more pics and so write less words, but I'm getting this out of my system enough I reckon.
Bar/ restaurant mid-afternoon. Ste had gone to the loo. He was gone ages, so probably a poo. What? I've had to hang around the Gents in many insalubrious places because of this. So I sat and checked my photos and gloated over my official ones. Trust me. You would not get a seat in this place on a hot day in August. They sell beer. The bar alone would be five deep.
Bye-bye park.
Twilight in Thorpe Park.
My Christmas card from the kittens.
Wow - they're looking big to me now. Can't wait to shed this cold and see them.
I have heard that Abs is actively looking for a place every fortnight on the system I use. She will only be allocated a two-bedroom place though, so we're not in competition. Also she is in a much higher Band than me - technically where she lives now is overcrowded, whereas I glory in being in a three-bedroom house with only three people in it. They don't count the dervish that is Diz - strangely.
Just an update on Christmas as I wasn't really in the mood to write about it over the festive season. It wasn't bad, I just didn't feel great for most of it, and it was a quiet affair.
Dad bought Mum a present and card, hid them and couldn't remember where.
I think the Gran Marnier turned up before New Year and the card yesterday or the day before. Lots of mentions about it of course. Poor Mum, what with that and me breaking her camera she was feeling a little un-jolly. Still, she is pleased to have her daughter back apparently, so I must be doing something right. Or not doing wrong :drunk:
My parents and sister bought me clothes two sizes too large. I mean I get that Laura never sees me, but I live with Mum. She only bought them at the beginning of the month. Still, not to be ungrateful, she took them back and we got ones in the right size. She's been shocked at the baggy falling-apart knickers I've been wearing so it was a kind gesture.
Took the t-shirt from my sister back to Tesco, got a fab pair of wellies decorated in a peacock style. I've written here somewhere that I wanted some flash wellies but couldn't afford them - now I have them all ready for the snow (if I buy them, will it come?)
Photos - me with a Mona Lisa smile. Dad was taking a photo of the laid table but I had a suspicion I would end up in the frame.
Our table card
They provided crackers, party poppers and hooters on the tables. Every now and then a table would set up a volley of hoots.
Dad loved it. When our neighbours turned up Dad went over to their table to blow his horn at them.
We even brought them home and for a few days he would blast one out from the kitchen just for fun.
I left early as they decided to have liqueurs/ liqueur coffee and anyway I was feeling bloated. So I walked round the windy park before heading home. Mum says as he left the pub he tooted his hooter all the way out of the door, which garnered a response from the noisiest tables. Perhaps underneath the shyness I am my father's daughter after all. Or maybe it was the whisky ;)
The second pic is the table as they left.
Not much to see as the staff were very good at removing empty plates.
Blurry photo of Mum and Dad - I caught the napkin with the auto-focus.
I have to get used to this camera, it's the one Dad's given Mum to replace my old one.
Once I've learned it I have to write her a crib sheet!
Excellent!
I want to see a picture of you splashing your way through a puddle in your peacock wellies.
That's a lovely photo of you with the Mona Lisa smile. You look so classy.
Lovely update! Enjoy the wellies!
Sent by thought transference
Sundae, I know you've been losing weight but damn you look svelte in that Mona Lisa picture. Stunning.
You look great in the Mona Lisa pic Sundae. Very Audrey Hepburn.
BTW, are those your hooters in front of you?;)
Seriously, I need an English to English translation.
"flash wellies" - Would wellies be Wellington boots?
grannies and faffers - faffers?
BTW, $4.50 for a drying booth? Is this essentially a hot air machine?
Mum came home from seeing Abs and the boys today and confidently informed me that they are not identical twins. "They" said they were during pregnancy, but they aren't. They look completely different.
I tactfully mentioned the whole issue of a single egg splitting as opposed to two eggs being fertilised. And the boys shared the same placenta. She wasn't really interested though.
They're six months this week, but still behind developmentally (they can't sit unaided for example) but the doctor is happy with them - it's expected with both twins and preemies.
Anyway, Mum forwarded me this photo from Abigail. Oh I see what she means now. Yes, completely different :right: :)
How does Abigail tell them apart?!
They look pretty much the same to me. lol
The one on the left might have a slightly broader skull maybe? That could just be the angle of the photo though.
I've heard of people with identical twins who put nail polish on one toe of each twin but a different colour. It's a pretty popular way to do it over here, but it's generally a warmer climate. Not much use if you have to cover the baby from head to toe to keep it warm. lol
The one on the right has a freckle on his left cheek, unless that's an artifact of the camera...
Apparently Jack is thinner and more lively, and Liam is chubbier and lazier, but makes more noise.
I hope to see them next Friday, so I'll be able to judge for myself.
Conor's 21 on Tuesday so Abs is at his place until at least Wednesday. Fingers crossed she won't be company-ed out.
Stevo-rama (my bro) did this climb.
If you have a good memory for faces you can spot him from 0.50-0.55 ish.
I grew up with the lad and still had to keep rewinding it.
I spoke to him on the phone the day after he did it - he was within his own set parameters. I think he hoped to beat them in all honesty, but he's proud like that. I just bigged him up because he made a good time and regardless he made plenty of money for Shelter. And because I love him.
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I saw him! In the background.
The boy is internationally recognised!
Yay! Ta, Glatt.
I didn't ask anyone here for money, Ste has his own connections.
And he raised more alone than Mum & I did together when we did our Midnight Walk.
So I'm proud to show him off without an ulterior motive.
The boys are still kittens. But it won't be long before they're up and into everything.
Abs is a very happy young Mummy.
Well of course she has her own place, can still go back to school, has a loving second family (Connor's I mean) and all the support she needs. Not all available to teen Mums.
Mum & I talked about it the other day. About how she (Mum) and Laura thought the world was ending when they found out, but now it's just part of life. I'm lucky that I wasn't emotionally invested enough to feel that. I knew it would all come right in the end. People have babies. They sometimes go to prison. They have addictions. If you keep breathing you'll get through it. Love what you have as long as you have it.
ETA she is NOT drunk. She leaves that to her Auntie.
I picked the best photo of the boys, rather than her.
She has the downward sloping eyes that are common in my family and often comes out like that when a flash is used.
The boys are so cute! Glad they're all getting on well.
Maybe it's just the angle, but the boys are starting to look very different from one another. And yet who could decide which one is cuter? Not me, that's for sure.
Abby looks completely stuffed in that pic. lol Poor thing. I guess she probably is!
I still think the boys look exactly the same.
But as I have said - ad nauseum - I have terrible trouble with faces.
I actually thought I saw my nephew walking down the street the other day.
I had my glasses on, so I had 20/20.
And it wasn't an odd place to see him after all (near my house, not on Arran or something.)
No, not him.
But I was only really convinced when I got home and asked, "Has Samuel been round?"
I'd kinda worked out that it wasn't him, because he wouldn't have blanked me. But I was still in puzzled mode :headshake
Ali, Abs does look like that in photos.
She's a pretty young thing, but photos often turn out with her sleepy, drunk or dopey, when she is not in any of those states. Pesonally I think she might need an eye test, because she does squint when she's trying to look at anything across the room. Maybe I'll mention it to Mum. I'm in such bad odour in the family I can't say anything myself.
The next photo I post of her will be of a happy healthy 18 year old with open eyes. Because she is most of the time :)
Foodities!
Pub food this time, not gourmet, although I hope it reflects how far England has advanced since a lukewarm meat pie and wooden chips were all that were on offer.
I offered my parents Easter Lunch, to thank them for taking care of the Diz-cat while I was on Arran.
I also had a voucher (which they knew about, so it doesn't count as sneaky.)
Mum declined, but suggested we could go down the pub for snacks and maybe a drink.
She meant definitely a drink, but drinking with the 'rents was never a problem with me.
Drinking high-alcohol rotgut in my room is the problem.
So we went there Saturday eve, after watching the boat-race, and a good time was had by all.
'Rents had an
Ultimate Sharer For Two
Breaded torpedo prawns, onion rings, garlic ciabatta, jacket potato wedges, chicken wings, garlic breaded mushrooms and nachos topped with cheese and salsa served with BBQ, sour cream and chipotle dips.
Sounds like a tableful of food, but as you can see it is really intended as a starter, especially between three adults of healthy appetites.
I had the
Spicy Snack Selection. Much cheaper and qualified me for a free drink.
Which Mum had, actually.
Onion bhaji, samosa, pakora and a spring roll with yoghurt and mint dip (raita).
Which Mum had most of, actually ;)
Limey and Dani, I promise I am still eating.
Just not all that much deep-fried food at once.
I did have a beer, but it was going down with hooks on.
Mum & Dad had finished theirs and were ready to go.
I gave Mum my purse.
Mum said, "I don't need to take this, you're an adult."
No, I did need her to take it, because after she left I would have been happy to start on spirits and drink up all of Diz's food money for the month.
Anyway.
Standard pic of us in the pub.
They do go other places too. Just more often without me.
And me, me, me, because I liked my lipgloss.
Unsure where else to put this. Decided to give you an update without starting a new thread.
Currently abstinent.
Doing well on the count of days, less well on physical symptoms and cravings.
Can't sleep. I mean I'm getting approx 3 hours a night. Get night terrors when I do drift off.
My eyes are shot. Pissholes in the snow.
I always seem to fare worst when I give up completely.
Gastectomy on 22nd. Mum is coming with me. She has to, or they won't release me but she offered first and I appreciate that.
Massive appetite, especially for sweet things. Am trying to counter it with apples and mandarins. The only good thing that's come out of this is weight loss and I never want to go back to the weight I was. But I am exercising every day and no calories from drink after all.
Tried on a pair of Tesco size 16 (UK) jeans today and they fitted! Couldn't justify the cost though, even though they were only £10. My size 18 are still decent and I have other clothes to wear.
Went to a Friends' Meeting on Sunday. I'll be back next Sunday. Something about the Quakers speaks even to this hardened atheist. Peace, stillness and the only requirement is to listen and wait for the small, still voice and appreciate you are part of collective worship. It might not work out, but it's trying something different. In public. Way will open.
Mum and I are going to a see if we can join an amateur chorus for a performance of HMS Pinafore tomorrow night. No audition, just a commitment to rehearse and perform. I'll feed back - if we hate it we won't go again, but we both love singing and enjoy Gilbert & Sullivan. The evenings are getting lighter too, which makes going out much easier.
Had some horrible family news. Can't go into it , but it involves rellies I've barely written about here who do not live in Aylesbury. And alcohol. Made me feel physically sick. I keep dreaming about them if and when I do sleep. Carrying it round with me the whole time.
But apart from that and knowing I am going to be released from my contract at work and being scared about finances... I am in a better position than I was about 3 weeks ago.
I've stopped drinking.
That helps.
Good job Sundae!
I know it's hard. Keep it up. :)
Well done hon. You're doing great.
You're fighting the good fight, Sundae. Keep sluggin'.
You just keep on keeping on Sundae. Sometimes things just seem so hard, but little bit by little bit will get you there...where ever there is. I love you mate. You can do it. xxx
Sundae! Well done you!! I've been thinking and thinking of you x. Keep it up, as Ali says. You can do this - I am sure you can.
Gastectomy on 22nd.
Did I miss a previous mention of this? It sounds pretty significant. Is it for weight-loss purposes like a lap-band procedure, or to treat some kind of malady?
Did I miss a previous mention of this? It sounds pretty significant. Is it for weight-loss purposes like a lap-band procedure, or to treat some kind of malady?
:facepalm: No, it's me being an idiot and typing the wrong thing :eek:
I'm having a
gastroscopy. Utterly different. I'm sure you have experience of these.
I'm mildly chuffed because I have to be off my GORD (GERD) medicine for two weeks prior to the investigation. It's been three days so far and I haven't had any heartburn. I'm putting that down to healthy eating, weight loss and abstinence. I have Rennies on stand-by just in case.
Haven't heard yet about my trans-jugular biopsy. Just the name terrifies me, but it's far less invasive than the gastroscopy.
Gastroscopy. Just practicing it so I don't tell anyone else I am having part of my stomach removed...
Thanks everyone.
If the Quaker meeting was a still green pool for reflection, this place is a waterfall that drowns out my sorrows and forces me to become part of life again.
Because I think I have decided to live after all.
Oh good. I do so want you to live, dear Sundae!
:facepalm: No, it's me being an idiot and typing the wrong thing :eek:
I'm having a gastroscopy. Utterly different. I'm sure you have experience of these.
Ha! Having one this morning, I think. They may only be going up the other end, though, I'm not certain.
Glad to hear it's not what I thought it was.
Got a letter today about my biopsy.
It can only be done at Addenbrookes. 48 miles away. Nothing if you have a car of course.
So that's a bus to Milton Keynes and another to Cambridge from there.
It's because I went to Luton & Dunstable Hospital for my initial appointment.
But if I'd waited for Stoke Mandeville (my local hospital, on the local bus route) I still wouldn't have had the first appointment. I think they offered 5th May as the first available date.
Lord alone knows where I'll find the money.
Mum wants to come with me, which I appreciate. But she's an OAP and has a bus pass. It's going to cost me (estimate) about £20 for the return trip.
Is there a
Red Cross patient transport service in your area? I think a post-procedure trip home involving two buses in the care of a pensioner should qualify you for a ride home with them.
Thanks Limes, I've filled it out. Worth a try.
Had my Gastroscopy today.
All went well. The timing of buses was lousy - had to catch one that arrived approx 1 hour before my appointment, because the next one was bang on apointment time.
Not worth the stress of getting caught behind a tractor or needing to run to the department (which I hadn't been to before.)
The wait passed easily though - attending Quaker metings is certainly helping me work on my need for constant cerebral stimulation. Good job too, my appointment was 14.50 and I wasn't called in until nearly half an hour later, aside from a preliminary blood check and talk-through by a nurse.
I asked for the painkiller AND sedation as my tough-as-nails-I've-had-three-children-naturally Mum said her first endoscopy was a horror and she couldn't believe she decided to tough it out. It wasn't painful, just unnatural and highly unpleasant. She's since had one with sedation and said it was no worries.
So I listened and took on board.
Now some people have sedation and are still aware of what's going on. They get to see their own gastroscopy/ endoscopy. Not me. I turned on my left side as advised, after the needle was inserted. I got a mouthpiece through which the tiny tube would be inserted and was told to bite down. The nurse stuck a tube up my nose - gently.
And then Diz was jumping all over the bed and waking me up.
But it was in fact just a nurse talking to me calmly.
Up I got, off for a cup of tea and a biscuit (gingernut if you must know.)
I was ravenous. Got my results and refused to wait at the bus stop over the road, but wanted to walk along and check out the convenience shops in the direction of travel. Until we got to a big Tesco - sent Mum ahead to the bus stop and bought some jerky and some fizzy sweets.
And yes, I did thank her very much for being willing to come with me and look after me, especially when there was nothing she could do except be with me.
It was explained that one of the reasons for needing an escort is that the sedation drug they use is similar in effect to a date rape drug, making you very susceptible to suggestions. Seemed to make me quite headstrong. Or maybe just more selfish. Anyway, I fell asleep 3x on the bus on the way home, so I guess it is still in my system. Up to 24 hours they say.
For the medically minded amongst you.
My results.
The next hurdle is the trans-jugular biopsy.
It's a 2.5 hour journey one-way.
Having cheerfully told Limey that it must be an in and out apointment as no other info was included in my appointment letter, I have since looked it up on the internet.
No.
This is much more serious.
We travel from Aylesbury to Milton Keynes to start with. approx an hour but may be 1.5 as we've heard rumours the direct bus is not longer running (local cuts.)
The MK to Cambridge - 1.5 hours.
I am then facing a procedure of an hour - one I have to lie still for completely and this time I will be conscious.
And after that - none of this mentioned on the little confirmation I received - I have to be monitored by a nurse for 3-4 hours afterwards.
Bearing in mind this will take me to 17.05 before I am even ready to leave hospital (and that's assuming everying is running on time and to plan), by the time we catch the coach back to MK, it's likely the Aylesbury buses will have stopped running by then anyway.
We're in a real pickle over this.
We've run through friends and rellies who might take us. Or just me, and drawn a blank.
Am going to call Addenbrookes tomorrow and see if they would be willing to put me up for the night. Anyone with experience of the NHS will be laughing like a drain right now. In fact I heard two nurses scoffing today about someone making a similiar enquiry at Luton & Dunstable (where I was.) "Yeah, don't worry love, we're just a hotel here!" they laughed after the phone was put down.
But what can I do?
Even if I chanced lying and leaving alone, I'd hardly be in a condition to spend the night in a bus station in MK alone.
Wonder if it's too late to check out sofa surfing in Cambridge?
So NHS didn't stick it up your ass this time.;)
Check your email, Sundae, dear. Love from Limey & Dana xxx
Feel like I want to cry.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Mum can go into Cambridge for the afternoon, which makes it less a bother for her.
And any delays or problems are no longer a reason for gut-wrenching panic.
So, so kind.
I never even thought of something like this.
For everyone else apart from Limey and Dana; the girls have booked Mum and I into a B&B close to the hospital on the night of my procedure.
We don't have to stress about it running late (don't they always?) or complications, or Mum having to sit alone in a waiting room for 5 hours.
The journey is still a pig, but Mum and I are well used to public transport - she used to go to Spain on holiday by coach every year (23 hours) and you know I've put myself about a bit on trains, coaches and ferries.
This time we can arrive, check in (no need for Mum to even come to the hospital as long as they have her mobile) and know that whatever time I am released I can creep back and sleep.
An overnight stay certainly wasn't in my mind because it wasn't in my budget.
And of all the things I tax my parents with, I never ask them for money now.
Not even on loan.
In fact I am more likely to ask them to hold onto money for me to keep it safe (like for my haircut last week and my bus fare yesterday.)
I'm not drinking it up any more, but I'm still not great with money.
Can you put a price on friendship and peace of mind?
I doubt it.
But I have it.
HOW EXCELLENT! Well done you northern gals!
thanks to you (pl) for helping my friend Sundae. truly, thank you.
:)
Would this be a good time to pull out the 'with friends like these who needs an enema' line?
As in "This town needs an enema"?
I wondered if there might be a way to find somewhere for you to stay the night. Good for you Dana and limey for making it possible. I love ya gutses! xxx
I love the cellar so much.
Off to Essex today, to tend the graves of Nanny and Grandad, and Auntie Alice.
We made a right ragtag procession travelling on the Underground, with two shopping trolleys, Mum and I in the same jeans and Dads shuffling along behind.
Two trolleys?
Well, yes - two rosebushes, assorted gardening and cleaning tools, gloves, kneeling pads, stones etc. Of course they used to go in the car, so I wasn't necessary. But now everything has to be carried up and down the stairs whic hare still part of many station, I get a free ride along. Gets me out of the house anyway.
First to Barkingside.
Cherry trees in bloom in the Garden of Remebrance (they were both cremated).
Second pic shows same with added detail of Dad working and one of the trolleys.
I'd gone to fill a watering can, I wasn't just wandering about taking photos, I promise.
Mum gets really cross about the maintenance people there, as they strim too close to the marker and therefore damage it AND usually get anything planted too.
Hence the stones.
Mum is not allowed to have anything above the level of the plinth; they will be charged if any works equipment is damaged. But at least this might keep them a little further back.
All shiny and scrubbed by me.
Nanny has an extra marker because that was her original. They didn't have the official stone made until Grandad died, as he had a very well paid-up funeral plan. Again, resiting in the hope that the grasscutters/ strimmers do less damage.
Mum left calm and happy, which was good.
It pains her to have them beyond the reach of monthly visits or upkeep.
So off to Barkingside High Street for pie & mash.
Traditional pie shop. No longer as good says Mum, it's being run by Eastern Europeans and she said the potato was not right at all.
Proper English breakfast.
Although I didn't need two sausages. This was the smallest breakfast on the menu and it worked out cheaper than any smaller one I could put together.
My Godfather, who still lives locally, came to pick us up and drive us up to the cemetary Auntie Alice is buried in.
This is a much newer graveyard and therefore more tended and more colourful.
Last time Dads and I came here was for the funeral of Peter's father.
This grave was in a better condition, as they don't come right up to it with equipment. We needed to cut some of the highest grass back though. You can't have it both ways.
Again, planted a rosebush, did some trimming and cleaning and left it neat and tidy.
Forest Park is just outside Hainault and a high and windy hill.
I've promised Mum I'll lookout for plants that can take a battering from the wind and rain and need little maintenance. She's like something to go in that little hole, which would usually be covered with a top to hold fresh flowers - which we can't bring more than twice a year.
Alice is in the non-denominational part, but the others are creeping nearer. It felt like she was one of the only people buried there at her internment.
Detail to show hazy London skyline.
You can see the Gherkin and Canary Wharf from there with the naked eye.
With my Godfather, Peter.
That sounds like a good, productive day out. I like the look of Pete :)
Sent by thought transference
We made a right ragtag procession travelling on the Underground, with two shopping trolleys, Mum and I in the same jeans and Dads shuffling along behind.
I know you've lost weight, but I'd like to know how you and your Mum fit into one pair of jeans. :D
They have to take very small steps. ;)
The two Johns came today. For one of the John's 70th birthday last weekend.
Then and now.
I've been so worried about Daddy's weight loss.
Then I looked at John-on-the-right and he is like pipe-cleaner man. Tiny little arms and legs. So I'm relieved on that front at least.
Some pics from the faux-bbq today.
Tiny, tiny little grill (to be sung to the tune of twinkle, twinkle little star)
But it was only for seven of us, and none of the men eat much. Intended to be more of a snack than a proper dinner.
Dads being grill-master.
Mum taking charge.
I offered and offered and did end up "manning" the grill, so now I smell of beef fat. Lick me.
And the two Johns.
John closest is hard of hearing but not 70 until November. Because he won't wear hearing aids he feels like the oldest!
John with glasses was the birthday boy last week. He is canny, sarcastic and has a super-smart wife. I'd love to spar with him properly (verbally) but I'd also like a decent one-on-one chat with Mrs John.
John pontificating.
Mrs John with her magic "this will make John behave" device. Also known as a camera.
Dads and John. And the terracotta planter I bought Mum a few years back, which Dad & I absolutely love and he has planted with fuschia this year. Mum doesn't hate it, I just don't think she holds it in the same regard we do.
And the desserts.
As I say, not supposed to be a full meal. So only two desserts.
And 70th birthday John got to take home the cake. I did suggest Mrs John made cake-pops if she didn't think it would be eaten. Stopped short of bringing out recipes and diagrams and photos.
And finally...
70th birthday John bought Mum some flowers and a bottle of wine for all the trouble she's gone to.
Sweet.
The boys in the caravan on their hols.
Crikey they're almost grown-up!
(And I have a weakness for those embroidered tablecloths in the pic above, too!)
So. Dad is in hospital. It was a scheduled visit, although it was arranged very quickly.
They went for an appointment at the John Radcliffe (Oxford) and the Consultant said she wanted Dad in for moitoring "as soon as a bed was ready".
Five days later, one was.
He's supposed to be in for four days, but today is the fourth day and no news of a discharge yet.
We understood that he would be on a steroid drip, and that was why they wanted to observe him. But it seems they are more interested in the electrodes (?) attached to his head rather than the drip, because they are on 24/7 whereas the drip is only intermittent.
Also the left hand doesn't know what the right is doing because he was sent down for some sort of procedure and the Doctor there was appalled that he'd been sent to her; she said she couldn't possibly do anything while he was still hooked up to all the wires. This is all a little vague as poor old Dad is a little vague, and then it's filtered through Mum before it gets to me.
Non-beardy John from the photos above is coming to us today, with Mrs John.
We're giving them lunch, then they're taking Mum to the hospital. Given that they live in Dorset, this is very, very good of them.
Offered without any prompting - Mum regards a round trip from Aylesbury to Oxford as a serious undertaking, let alone adding on the extra miles to and from Dorchester.
I was going to go to see him with her today (on the bus) but I think I'll stay at home again.
I do miss him of course, and would like to see him, but you're only really supposed to have two people visit at once, and although I'm sure they'll wink at three, they probably wouldn't ignore four. Also, it'll be a big treat for him to see John & Linn. If he is in another day (highly likely) it would surely be better for me to go then. Mum is the ice-cream, John will be the whipped cream and Linn the sauce. Just adding a cherry won't make much difference to the sundae today.
He's on a four bed ward, but as you can see it's not like in the Carry On Doctor days. There is plenty of space and you can draw the curtains for privacy. Not as nice as the room I had at Addenbrooke's, but I did luck out there.
And a photo of the twins, because life is about being growing as well as growing old.
Their first birthday on 9 July.
The twins are ADORABLE! What exactly are they monitoring your Dad for? Hope everything goes as smoothly as possible -- best wishes to you all.
He's had multiple diagnosis which are all now being questioned.
Dementia, epilepsy, auto-immune disorder, physical brain damage from a past injury. All are welcome (said in a creepy Tangina voice)
They're hoping to get some answers is all.
Thanks for the wishes x
I'm sorry your dad's in the hospital Sundae. I hope they figure it all out soon.
He certainly looks comfortable, that's not nothing.
He came home late yesterday afternoon.
Mum has some more photos for me to upload, but she seems to have wandered off with the camera (I don't think she took it out of her bag tbh.)
I'll take some at my birthday lunch and maybe get another of him up here if it looks relevant.
Right, better go pretty myself up for my photo-op!
Some pics of the JR from the floor Dad was on, although not the view from his window. Not that he was roaming about much anyway!
Just added a new one - the actual view from Dad's window.
Not as exciting :)
Nice! I love the helicopter pad. When my son was born, there was a helicopter pad right outside the window of the delivery room. And during one of the contractions, the helicopter took off. My wife wouldn't let me go to the window to watch! Can you believe it?
Birfday!
I had a lovely mooch about town - I was up there for about five hours all told, having a long lunch with the 'rents and spending my vouchers.
The family have decided this is the best way to keep me out of trouble - clothes shop vouchers and a book token.
Okay the latter is a little weird, I'd have preferred another voucher for the same clothes shop, or something I could use on my Kindle - where it would go further - but a present is a present is a present, even when it comes from my sister. I have a sneaky suspicion she won it and gifted it on...
Mum & dad had a tuna melt each, splitting a salad and chips.
Personally I thought theirs looked very dry, but if I have learned one thing in 41 years it's not to criticise other people's families or dinner, even if they invite you to do so.
And mine!
No comments about the bacon please.
Oh, okay, if you have to. Just bear in mind what I've written above.
I had Tennessee Chicken Burger.
I very much doubt it's authentic, but there was a lot of it.
The burger, as constructed, contained onion rings.
I had to deconstruct it anyway to get rid of the raw tomato, so I took them out to eat separately. They were recognisable as onion rings. Rings made of onion.
Then, as a little extra offering I had some nuggety execrations.
Failed onion rings I think. They were definitely onion in origin. Too mutant to eat. I was going to take them home as unlucky charms, but I had my new voucher-bought clothes with me.
Nice! I love the helicopter pad. When my son was born, there was a helicopter pad right outside the window of the delivery room. And during one of the contractions, the helicopter took off. My wife wouldn't let me go to the window to watch! Can you believe it?
Shocking. Like she had something better to do?!
On Friday, the twins came over with Abigail.
W sat in the garden for a while (all slathered up with sun protection) because it's rare we are able to do so, and they are crawling now, which makes them grabby in a house with many tempting things within reach.
Once we'd moved inside it was a case of oops, hang on I'll move that. No, don't put that in your mouth and NO! Mum forgets that not only has she slowed down in the 15 years since she last had a one year old in the house, but in fact they are double trouble.
It all passed off really well though.
I left to go see The World's End but I had the best part of two hours with them.
Liam is in blue, Jack is in white.
Sunshine lollipops and rainbows everywhere...
One twin, two twin
White twin, blue twin
They have a tendency to each want what the other has, and to have to be jollied out of twin-envy.
In general they are very happy young boys though.
Inside away from the glaring son.
Sorry, sun.
And I was off to the cinema, yay!
White twin, blue twin
Tha's racist! ;)
They really are adorable.
Aww, super cute! Looks like they're all doing well. :)
Lovely boys!
Handsome lads!
Moar twins.
Oh, no. Same twins actually.
Abs goes back to school this month.
I must admit I'm not 100% why, because she's only doing two A Levels, which are not enough to go into Higher Education. And they're generic subjects as opposed to ones she is passionate about.
Still, she wants to go back and therefore she has my respect.
It's not up to me to understand or decide what is relevant to her.
And I am pleased for her.
The boys will be going into the college creche, so Mum fitted them out with some new tops.
Bless.
Perhaps Abs should take Digital Photo 101 - take as many photos as required until you get one which works for both subjects :D
Says me who does not live with two lovely lively 14 month olds...
They sure are cute. I bet they can be a handful
Off for a curry last night, to celebrate an offer being put in on the house.
Things could move very quickly from here. But a colleague at work knows someone in the same predicament. She has a 4.5 month old baby and a four year old daughter, and has been given notice by her Landlord that she will be unable to continue renting from him in 31 days time.
First she did was get on to the Council, who said to her, despite written proof and minors being involved, that she was not considered at risk of homelessness until she could prove she would be homeless in 28 days.
So they really are that intractable.
I'll have to wait and see what happens from here. Mum doesn't realise it, but even with finance in place it's a good six weeks to exchange.
They will probably start moving out immediately, but I can handle that, emotional as it will be.
At least I'll be away from her annoying cough ;)
Anyway.
I've put we in the RFN thread, and my curry in the Dinner thread.
Good luck, Sundae. Interesting times.
...
Sounds stressful. I know you'll work it out OK though.
I'll have to wait and see what happens from here. Mum doesn't realise it, but even with finance in place it's a good six weeks to exchange.
That's surprising. Here, if the buyer and seller are both motivated, you can go through offer, negotiation, inspection, closing and key handoff in as little as a week. I'm glad for your sake that you'll have a little more time, though. I'll be telepathically instructing the Council to treat you well from now until then.
The offer had been made and accepted, but next comes the survey.
This needs to be booked, carried out and written up, then submitted to the buyer's lender to ensure they are happy to issue a mortgage on this specific property.
Then there are the solicitors, who take their own sweet time doing everything. Searching land deeds and titles and things (all very mysterious to me). And then getting all of this together for the estate agents, who also - suddenly - have to do mysterious things and treat you (as a buyer) as a low priority now they know you're hooked.
I may be wrong.
But certainly the acceptance was made on Monday and we haven't heard anything back since. So as surveyors and solicitors don't work weekends as far as I know, the week is ticking away fast.
I'll keep you updated!
I love my brother so much.
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that's very cool~~~~!!!!!
Went "home" for the weekend.
When I was living in Aylesbury, working and contributing to the household, I bought Mum a voucher for a present. It was for a tour of the locations used in filming a British TV series called The Only Way is Essex. It's set in the county of Essex (obvs!) where Mum grew up, it's a reality/docu/drama like The Hills et al and is superbly trashy. I introduced Mum to it and it became something we shared.
Anyway, the voucher had a limited use time, and I assumed it had expired without being used. I did not make an issue out of it, my life and that of the 'rents has changed so much since I bought it. But then Mum called last week and asked if I wanted to come down on Valentine's Day as it was the last day the voucher was valid. She would pay my fares, I'd stay over in the guest flat and we'd do the tour together.
So I did.
And we did.
I'm not going to post the photos as unless you watch TOWIE they will be meaningless. I will just say that we left their flat at 09.15 and got back in at about 20.00 and had a great day together.
After that things went badly downhill, but that's another story. I will think about how to sensitively share it without allocating blame when I've processed it. Oh - not me related. Mum and Dad issues.
That's wonderful that you got to have a great time together on the tour and that she reached out to you so you could spend it together.
I'm sorry that the memory of it had to get tarnished by the deal with your parents. While I don 't know specifically what happened, you've shared enough in the past that I think I have an idea.
Sounds like a neat tour. There are a few tours in major tourist areas here (which I suppose is only logical, given their name,) but in general it seems the concept of a tour is a much wider thing over there. Ghost tours, TV show tours, you guys have it all.
We're so spoiled with our densely packed island full of history, there are tours everywhere and for everything. To the extent that they are probably devalued. I say that, but I love a good tour, me. My ideal day out in London involves either going on a walking tour (London Walks) or giving someone else a tour of the places I know.
So yes, I have a loose definition of the word too :)
But hey. When you live in the mindset of a permanent pedestrian, you can find good cheap places to eat anywhere. Oh, just realised as I was typing that I mean anywhere in Europe. It wouldn't work in car based geography...
Mum sent me two recent photos of the kittens.
They're three in mid-July.
The first in Mum's flat after they'd been to the hairdresser. The second last weekend, outside a restaurant for their Grandad's birthday.
The chair really is a big chair btw...
What a great age! Those kids are adorable.
The twins are three! Good lord, how time flies. How are the twins' mom and dad getting on these days?
Still together!
They live apart as Conor still lives with his Mum and works in Milton Keynes.
All Abs' family support and her education is in Aylesbury, and she has a two bedroom council flat.
She starts a degree course in the Autumn in Accountancy (I think, some sort of Finance based degree anyway), so she's really planning ahead. I honestly didn't expect her to carry on with education; I think I let her age and occasional "I don't care" attitude blind me to the fact she is really very smart and has her head screwed on. She's 21 this year and her level headedness is more apparent.
Awesome news and super cute kiddos!
Took the grandkids to Galveston the other day. Hot and sandy as usual but this year we don't have the sargossum seaweed which was so bad last year. The girls take after their mother and are already very dark tanned from being out at their pool everyday. Still, I used a 70 sunblock but they still looked darker when we left!
Off to Aylesbury tomorrow.
Taking the rat boys into the pet shop as "boarders" later today. I went and filled out the paperwork earlier, so I can just drop them off. I know it's a good place, with people who know what they're doing, but after having Diz die in care (NOT blaming the carer) I do hate to let any animal go into someone else's hands. So I figured it was better to sort it out before taking them in, so if I do have a blip, I won't be making a show of myself.
This is far better than having to rush home for the sake of two rodents if Mum is really poorly. I love my boys to bits and would never hurt them, but if I had to choose between them and Mum...
Anyway, if she ends up having to have a full mastectomy it will be a long while before she can raise her arm. I can't stay for all of her healing, and she has wonderful friends. But I can stay for the start, and know Otis & Duncan won't have starved to death in the mean time.
Getting the coach down.
Terrifies me. I know that's ridiculous, but it does.
Once I've taken the boys to the pet shop I'll start packing.
I shall include some bags in case I am sick. Never actually been sick on a coach, but it's always possible when I'm anxious, and having a back-up helps to dial the fear down a little. If I was sat thinking I might vom on my knees, the sheer horror of it would make it more likely!
and know Otis & Duncan won't have starved to death in the mean time.
Only one of them would have starved to death...The other would be quite well-fed.
:p:I'll shut up,now.:p:
Hoping the 'to' & 'from' parts go well.
And really hoping the 'there' part goes as well as possible.
:hug:
Never actually been sick on a coach, but it's always possible when I'm anxious, and having a back-up helps to dial the fear down a little. If I was sat thinking I might vom on my knees, the sheer horror of it would make it more likely!
I absolutely do stuff like this. It's one of those things where I can intellectually agree that it is nothing but superstition and confirmation bias, yet I can't help believing it anyway against my will: preparing for something bad ensures it won't happen.
The trouble is, high levels of anxiety really do spark nausea for me.
So it's a self-fulfilling prophecy. More than one Brit Dwellar has heard me retch on the phone when upset and/ or have to terminate a conversation (with extreme prejudice.)
"Nerves" hit my digestive system hard, at both ends. I think I've puked more because of stress than I have anything else put together; and that's saying something for an alcoholic.
Anyway, I made it without being sick. But it was a close-run thing. A lovely surprise :celebrat: when I went to the cashpoint (no, not really) meant I didn't get the earlier bus. Then the later one was late. The best part of twenty minutes late by the time it pulled out. That was cutting it far too fine imo. So I did what any mentally healthy mature woman would do. I started crying and reached out for my support team (I do have more than one member, but the one I mention most often here is Carruthers - other Dwellars have been marvs too.)
He reassured me that if I missed my 11.00 coach, he would still help me get to Aylesbury, to stop panicking and shut up. And stop crying. Although of course he said it in a far kinder way.
By the time I sat on the coach and clicked my seatbelt on, the time showed 10.59. We pulled out at 11.00 on the dot. It was that close (for those who don't travel by coach, the drivers often refuse to let you on if you turn up that late, as the time it takes them to stow your luggage and lock up the compartment eats into an already punishing schedule.)
I didn't vom. But I had my bag handy just in case. And that was also a close-run thing.
Anyway, I'm here now, being a devoted child.
(yes okay I'm on the 'puter, but Mum's packed, it's too early for dinner, Dad is snoozing and she's on the phone...)
Oh and I only forgot two things. Mum's two new bras (:facepalm: bad daughter, BAD daughter) and ALL my medication.
Still, I'm counting that only as two.
I remembered my colouring book...
Mum left at 06.50 this morning. I was going to see her off, but figured by the way she was creeping about that she probably didn't want to wake Dad or me. Hard to know whether this is Mum being kind, or if she'd rather just avoid a "scene".
So I left her to it.
I did a bit of creeping about myself last night too. I set my most reliable alarm clock; I didn't pee before I went to bed!
Woke up about 02.00 and set out the card I'd written her. Ditto the silly little LED butterfly and the badge (button) which says "Stop Looking At My Tits"
The card was on display with the rest this morning, and the note about making sure Dad took his 15.00 tablets had "thank you for the butterfly" written on the bottom.
Nothing about the badge though. I may have to get a refund on that ;)
I've been intermittently wondering all day at work, how you guys are doing. Give your mum an extra hug from us all. And one for yourself whilst you're at it ;P
Ab's decorated the twins' room this weekend.
I think they might like The Gruffalo.
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Nicely done.
Although, in my experience with kids' obsessions, they will be redecorating in about 18 months.
Edit: although it should be easy. Change the bedding, remove that little patch of wallpaper, take down the posters, and the white lettering will be easily covered with the leftover green paint they saved.
It's not nice to fib to little children.
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Pretty doggone cute.
Ps, sorry gruffalo.. Them's the breaks.
Gosh it was hard seeing Mum with no hair.
I mean I know she got the shitty end of the stick, so I smiled and laughed and didn't stare. But she did not look like Mum. Broke my heart.
The hat pushed back on her head was knitted by Limey. She wears it all day every day inside, she loves the feel and colour and style of it. Big up Mrs Yarn, who would not accept a penny in return.
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When she goes out she has her wig and looks beautiful.
In Friars Square, the local shopping centre, where she insisted on buying me a travel sized bottle of mouthwash as I'd finished mine. For my hospital bag. Even though I am never not ever going back to hospital again.
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In Morrisons, where we went for breakfast. I ate all Dad's toast (because he ordered it and felt too full) and drank so much tea I had to refuse the lovely Mr Carruther's offer of a hot drink about an hour later.
I do love her.