Whilst having some quality 'Father-Daughter' I thought we would carry on our work on the alphabet.
We had a good start with the usual letters, I write them down and Jocelyn tells me what they are:
"...D for Daddy...J for Jocelyn...M for Mummy...G for Grandpa..." (sorry Granny you have been ousted).
Then we stepped up a gear..."B for Trixy-B...H for Aunty Harriet...S for Uncle George..." (I have no idea where this came from, but Jocelyn was happy).
Excellent I thought, began to download OxBridge application forms when suddenly a purple crayon was thrust at me. "Draw Purple Daddy". O.K. I thought that to stimulate further learning I would write purple, in purple (cunning), the following conversation then occurred:
Jocelyn: "Whats that?"
Me: "That's a letter P"
Jocelyn: "yes it is, whats that one?"
Me: "that's a U"
Jocelyn: "yes it is, thats a Me"
Me: "errr, no, thats the letter U"
Jocelyn: "yes it is, its the letter Me, its my letter..."
OxBridge forms now in the bin.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Another day at the office...
I have just been up on 'exercise' in Auckland for the past 4 days. The usual packing list was strictly adhered to.
1. Fishing kit
2. Hunting kit
3. Sunglasses
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101. Random Army stuff
Whilst up there we managed to get access onto private land, and found the most amazing fishing spot yet. After a bit of a scramble ono the rock, you could cast into a 40m deep pool where you could see schools of Snapper cruising around, Stingray and sharks. Then the fishing began, with Snapper after Snapper being hauled in. The family will get to eat this month at last.
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| Simply amazing. |
Thursday, April 7, 2011
The 'pump tyre'
Now we are returned to an autumnal New Zealand after a great trip back to the U.K the usual post-binge-drink programme must be started.
What better way to do this than by getting on the roads on ones spiffingly fantastic new road bike.
To ensure it was still in tip-top condition I had my little helper take a quick look....
To the tarmac!
What better way to do this than by getting on the roads on ones spiffingly fantastic new road bike.
To ensure it was still in tip-top condition I had my little helper take a quick look....
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| Operating the so called 'pump tyre' |
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Eavesdropping and people watching...
Not being one to criticise or cast judgement, but... I feel I have to share this one with you.
I sit at Auckland International airport minding my own business, watching Jocelyn happily playing in the kids area when along walks/wobbles a very large woman (nearly typed lady) from the US of A, accompanied by her 2 rather rotund twin children (I would guess aged 4'ish).
The first thing that caught my attention (after the sheer size) was mother saying "...you two had better have finished your chocolate doughnuts, or else..." surely these two rolly pollys should have a 2 nautical mile radius chocolate ban placed on them? They are quite clearly of the salad dodging variety.
I understand this may be construed as being slightly hypocritical following today's earlier photo of the wee Scroggin at McDonalds...but unlike these two tubbies, Jocelyn's height remains bigger than her waist circumference. I feel at ease with my views.
Now for the gem in the crown of this little ditty. Mother calls out her kids names....
"Jackson, Presley..."
Really? Yes, I did hear that correctly! A true blinder.
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I sit at Auckland International airport minding my own business, watching Jocelyn happily playing in the kids area when along walks/wobbles a very large woman (nearly typed lady) from the US of A, accompanied by her 2 rather rotund twin children (I would guess aged 4'ish).
The first thing that caught my attention (after the sheer size) was mother saying "...you two had better have finished your chocolate doughnuts, or else..." surely these two rolly pollys should have a 2 nautical mile radius chocolate ban placed on them? They are quite clearly of the salad dodging variety.
I understand this may be construed as being slightly hypocritical following today's earlier photo of the wee Scroggin at McDonalds...but unlike these two tubbies, Jocelyn's height remains bigger than her waist circumference. I feel at ease with my views.
Now for the gem in the crown of this little ditty. Mother calls out her kids names....
"Jackson, Presley..."
Really? Yes, I did hear that correctly! A true blinder.
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Saturday, March 19, 2011
Social irresponsibility
It was only ever a question of time.
It is now a slippery slope till she is featuring in the toddler version of 'Supersize Me'. Someone phone Esther at Childline, quick!
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It is now a slippery slope till she is featuring in the toddler version of 'Supersize Me'. Someone phone Esther at Childline, quick!
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Location:Mataroa Rd,Taihape,New Zealand
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Interesting how these things happen...
In my last post I mentioned that certain things are taken to extremes by certain people. Yes, I scoffed at it, poked fun et cetera, et cetera... Do not worry at this stage, for my legs remain with hair on them, and my calfs (or on a human is the plural calves; as usual answers on a postcard please?) remain un-tattooed, I don't even have a shit numberplate....but....I have now completed my first triathlon and just bought myself a swanky nice road bike.
Is this the start of a slippery slope? I hope not, as it will not be just me, but my dear wife too. For we now have the 'His 'n Hers' bikes....dear God, I didn't realise life could deteriorate so fast.
Is this the start of a slippery slope? I hope not, as it will not be just me, but my dear wife too. For we now have the 'His 'n Hers' bikes....dear God, I didn't realise life could deteriorate so fast.
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| Yes, there is lycra to boot. |
Friday, March 4, 2011
Obsession, things can be taken too far...
We have just arrived home from a short break in Taupo, which we spent with a friend of ours we both went through RMAS with, and latterly I did YO's with. Awesome to catch up, after 6 years, and especially in a place as great as this.
This is a two part entry really, with the part part covering our good fortune. On booking our accommodation in Taupo, I was pleasantly informed that due to a system error the room that we wanted to book, was already booked out, would I mind accepting an upgrade to the Penthouse suite? At nigh on $1000 a night, and quickly confirming they wouldn't upgrade my bill, I graciously accepted.
The front door was then knocked upon, and it was the friendly postie with a parcel. It turned out to be my honey that I had ordered. Inside was a lovely note saying that they had run out of the 500g jars, so replaced it with a 1 Kg jar instead. Excellent. I am sure most other people would have just put 2 x 250g in? Suffice to say, it was turning out to be a good day!
So on to the second part.
On arrival in Taupo there was an abundance of Lycra clad folk, with pointy helmets, compression socks, and wet suits. Yes, you guessed it, this weekend is the Lake Taupo Iron Man. For those of you that do not know, this is an endurance race comprising of a 4km swim, followed by a 180km bike, followed by a 42km run (yep, that's a marathon). One word; crazy. So, the people that do this are certainly dedicated folk; this I noticed more and more. There were shaved legs everywhere, and not just in the ladies. It was whilst noticing this phenomenon that I saw a few tattoos of the 'Iron Man' symbol being sported on freshly shaved calves; I saw both the black and red variants. And just when I thought that people couldn't get any more dedicated, or obsessed I saw this:
A step too far, me thinks.
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This is a two part entry really, with the part part covering our good fortune. On booking our accommodation in Taupo, I was pleasantly informed that due to a system error the room that we wanted to book, was already booked out, would I mind accepting an upgrade to the Penthouse suite? At nigh on $1000 a night, and quickly confirming they wouldn't upgrade my bill, I graciously accepted.
The front door was then knocked upon, and it was the friendly postie with a parcel. It turned out to be my honey that I had ordered. Inside was a lovely note saying that they had run out of the 500g jars, so replaced it with a 1 Kg jar instead. Excellent. I am sure most other people would have just put 2 x 250g in? Suffice to say, it was turning out to be a good day!
So on to the second part.
On arrival in Taupo there was an abundance of Lycra clad folk, with pointy helmets, compression socks, and wet suits. Yes, you guessed it, this weekend is the Lake Taupo Iron Man. For those of you that do not know, this is an endurance race comprising of a 4km swim, followed by a 180km bike, followed by a 42km run (yep, that's a marathon). One word; crazy. So, the people that do this are certainly dedicated folk; this I noticed more and more. There were shaved legs everywhere, and not just in the ladies. It was whilst noticing this phenomenon that I saw a few tattoos of the 'Iron Man' symbol being sported on freshly shaved calves; I saw both the black and red variants. And just when I thought that people couldn't get any more dedicated, or obsessed I saw this:
A step too far, me thinks.
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