Showing posts with label we're stuffed. Show all posts
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Friday, 17 June 2011

Destination, Northumberland


For that end point, here is the five-hour view on the road much travelled.

Tomorrow, when we take our seats on the Seahouses sandstone, we will declare Tiger as Minister of Rock Hopping, Squirrel can be Minister for Sky Watching with special interests in Dolly Swimming, and Shark can be Minister of Rock Pooling.

Me and Dig, coalition partners in the great compromise, will spend the away-week holding high-level talks on future policy regarding education, economy, matrimony, all the unspeakables, and what the fuck are we going to do while everything goes belly-up, I lose my employment as casual typesetter and copy editor, business goes kaboom, we are prosecuted, the local home ed group takes to politicking and throws us off the lists, then Hong Kong seems like the only option.

You see, for this week, I get all the pain, and you get the photos. Enjoy.

Thursday, 16 June 2011

You are right. This is a Bad Idea

My line on pets has stayed constant for years. No.

No pets. NO PETS.

NONONONOPETS.

Except.

Shark says she wants something to love. She says she tried loving a fuchsia plant but it was not very rewarding and it died.

I said that was too much love. Fuchsia plants do not like watering as if you are reenacting tropical storms over Hong Kong. Back off a little with the love.

Anyway, everyone knows that fuchsias are fickle. It probably would shrug its leaves and say love is a thing, as any spirit, free. That is a truth of life. I don't know. Go and love a geranium.

Shark says she has tried, but the problem with vegetation is that it does not have a heart. Can she have a fish.

No, of course not. Keeping anything with a heart in a tank, cage, hutch, prison, is against my principles. You would overlove it, then neglect it, and we would have a big shout about responsibility, CRUELTY, SUFFERING and DEATH. Better to avoid all that in the first place and love all things, free.

Shark has said this is truly hard to bear, especially when she would like the opportunity to be responsible and show how sensitive she can be to the needs of creatures with a heart.

I have put my fingers in my ears. Arguments that shift the moral ground back to me are usually quite difficult to endure. Better to avoid them all in the first place.

So the way I have thought about it, is this. (Shifty.)

Hello Sam, and all you lovely home educating families within a short drive of Shark, Squirrel and Tiger!

I bet your children would like the opportunity to love a pet and show you how responsible they can be!


But we all know that keeping a pet is a big responsibility! (Too big for me.) Yet I would like Shark and her sisters to know this responsibility too. (There have been tears.)

How would a travelling hamster sound? He would be like a Flat Stanley
(only hopefully Not Flat).

Hammy would live with us while we are in England, where he would be overloved with juicy treats, home-made hamster assault courses, and where I will safeguard him against reenactments of tropical rainstorms.

When we are absent, Hammy comes to live with you!

Sounding good, no? (Stay with it.)

When you feel Hammy has brought enough qualities of pet responsibility to your home and is in danger of overstaying his welcome, you can assist the next welcoming family and pass him on!

(Good grief, it is sounding really bad now.)

Just think what benefits Hammy can bring to your education! He could have his own blogspot! Your child can write his entries for him!
(Aha! Excuses for literacy! I might have a foot in the door here.)

Think of the Design and Technology opportunities for those Hammy exercise courses! You can do Physics! Science! Natural History! The Personal, Social and Something Else! (Even I can feel the desperation in those exclamation marks.)

But take a moment and consider this exciting opportunity! Then only tell me how much of a brilliant solution to satisfy everyone is this!

(Quickly, before I come to my senses, the deed is done and, in anticipation of your happy agreement, posting pictures of Hammy, the NOPET hamster.)

Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Say nothing, I might get away with it


It's all I could find at short notice, alright? Anyway, Santa's presents are sitting on the kitchen table in England. We'll meet up with them in April and we'll have Christmas then. Won't that be fun.

Friday, 17 September 2010

Marked cards

So the conversation with the new neighbour in the adjoining apartment goes something like this.

B: Hi! I'm your new neighbour!
G: Hi! I'm Grit!
B: And I'm Ben. Pleased to meet you! This is lovely, isn't it? I chose this place because I love how it's so quiet up here!
G: Er, yes! Lovely. Um. I have children.
(Awkward pause)
G: Triplets.
B: (Frowns) Oh!
(Awkward pause)
G: Er. Did the property agency tell you? That there were children in the house?
B: (Frowning quite a lot now) No. I specifically told them I wanted somewhere quiet.
G: Oh.
B: So I can work from home.
G: (Thinking, Can this get any worse?) Um. I can ask the kids to be quiet?
B: (Suddenly brightening) Hey! But they're quiet now, right? And I came round twice to view and it was quiet both times! So, they're all at school!
G: Um. Um. Er well. Um. Home educated?
B: (Shoulders visibly sag, face falls, eyes bear hint of doom.) Oh.
(Awkward pause)
G: Um.

Depart in different directions. Both sides scrutinise tenancy agreement re: sudden contract termination, undue disturbance, rapid onset screaming, violation of accords, restrictions, infractions, human rights, infestations of hippies, unauthorised distribution of plagues, etc. etc.