Friday, 31 August 2007
VideoJug: How To Open A Bottle Of Champagne With A Sword
This is probably better for me... that way I don't miss and chop my hand off... or Rebeccas head as I try to impress her with my opening-a-bottle-of-fizzy-grape-juice trick!
Sunday, 26 August 2007
Probably due to the abysmal weather this summer, and the particular chilly weather and dark mornings. Maybe it is David working in global logistics and having a few hundred containers of Christmas tree arriving into the
Is this how animals and plants feel? Is this what the feeling of hibernation or gathering nuts for winter feels like? Who knows? All we can identify is that we have the inklings of Christmas in the home but almost a third of a year before the big day. Crazy! Looks like we will have to plan a holiday in October just to break up the months until Thanksgiving!
In the meantime Rebecca is getting her “festive fix” by making our family Christmas cards ready for a festive photo to be attached after Thanksgiving.
Until then it’s time to fine-tune the house ready for the festivities. Redecorate the dining room (after the demolition work of inserting a French door and a window to the kitchen), retile the kitchen floor and worktops and provide a lick or two of paint around the house. Maybe David will even get the time to plumb the ground floor washroom before the ground freezes…
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
On the 9th August the West clan, accompanied by mum and dad West and Aunty Kaila, descended upon
Then on to Squirrel Nutty’s car… ride… thing… Not as thrilling, but fun nonetheless.
Teacups were great, until David got a little carried away with the wonder of centripetal acceleration causing Kaila to be forced to the outside of the cup, bouncing off the cushion back and into Sammy’s nose, which immediately erupted with blood. For what seemed like an eternity, the next few minutes of the ride were spent trying to minimise the spin while Rebecca controlled the bleeding (and the mess).
Then the real fun began- the water rides.
Starting with the flume, Lara had to be stand with her back to a ruler so that a Schönheit sister with a plastic triangle could ascertain her height to be above the mandatory 90cm. Following a period of cajoling, bargaining, threatening and cuddling, Larakia consented to the black-and-red shirt to carry out her ritual and Larakia was finally granted access to the bathtub cubicle. Everyone had a great time. Harrison (the pilot) got completely soaked and all were thrilled at the descent.
Unfortunately, this time Larakia knew what was coming and refused bluntly to stand straight against the ruler. Squirming and trying to be free again to enjoy her day, she would not allow the bearer of the plastic rapier to judge her worthiness. Despite all of us explaining that Lara had already passed the bar of two previous rides, the frustrated jungend asked Rebecca to help control Larakia- advising us that if this were the case she would have been given a tag to identify her height. When Lara refused to lift her head from her chest and the attendant announced her height to be 89cm, Rebecca refused to continue the charade, stating clearly (and rather fiercely) that she would not further torture her daughter.
While we understand the need for safety, we are shocked by the lackadaisical approach of the staff to this. If there really is a system to minimise the measurement of children, why was this not offered to our daughter the first, or even the second time she was measured. Had this been done, our daughter would have been spared the horrific treatment and distress and Rebecca would have been able to enjoy her day to the fullest without having to defend her child against the extemporised approach to safety.
We decided it was time for lunch, after which we enjoyed the Runaway Mine Train- Samuel sat on his own while David sat next to
The surprise of the day was the modified house of horrors. We all loved the laser-gun facet of the ride- this has certainly improved what was a fun, but mediocre, exhibition of 90s FX. Nothing better than riding in a train shooting green lights fixed on spiders, ghosts and ghouls!
Pants-ride prize goes to the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory ride. It smells good (it really smells like a chocolate factory) but stinks as far as entertainment value.
All in all,