Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Educating Nikki

The thing with working alongside academics is, it's easy to feel somewhat disillusioned towards your own life achievements.
For example, it's my responsibility to assist with publishing their books, including their back cover biographies. Therefore, I am continually reminded of the magnificent accomplishment of others.
I also have to constantly remind myself that these academics are not your average human beings.
They are the scientists, the inventors, the mathematicians of life.
They boast letters after their names, with an education to the highest standard.
They have previously published numerous books and journals.
They are the owners of successful companies, directors and chairmen of others.
They are very clever.
I know I should not compare myself to an academic. Yet I have often struggled with pondering over my own cover biography.
But what the heck, I thought I would go ahead and write it anyway. You know, just in case I should acquire one.
And here it is.

Nikki was educated at Gaynes school in Essex. Here her favourite subjects were English, Art, and Home Economics. Even if she felt her English teacher asked her too many question to coax her into class discussions, her Art teacher scared her when he shouted and asked people to count the bacteria on the wall, and her Home Economics teacher called her You With The Hair, which she never lived down from her peers.
She wasn't a role model by any standards; she wrote her name over her school badge and was given detention twice, once for writing on a desk, and once for laughing too much.
A lover of books she wore her librarian badge with pride. She also admitted she decided to become a librarian, with her friend, so they could sit in the library during rainy lunch breaks and eat cola bottles.
Nikki left school at the tender age of fifteen, after attending an interview at a local publishing house before her maths exam, whilst her mother waited outside in her blue and red Samba. She was told her qualifications were not significant if she was prepared to start at the bottom and earn a very basic salary. Unfortunately the company closed a year later, she was made redundant with the rest of her colleagues. Here followed a pattern; she was unlucky enough to be made redundant a further three times. She also worked for a pornographic publishers but she would rather not dwell on that.
Nikki's claims to fame are; her interview with a local newspaper for an article on Essex Girls (although she was very disappointed that they managed to mix up the details on the photographs of her and friend), appearing on the television show, This Morning, to discuss baldness (she has no idea why she gave a thumbs up and quoted, "Here's to baldness!" at the end of the discussion).
Her proudest achievements are; marrying a decent man (after a long record of love disasters), her son Tommy, and tracking down George Michael's house and waiting outside until he appeared and smiled at her. She will be eternally grateful she managed the last achievement before he sadly passed away.

So what do you think, does it work for you?
On second thoughts, don't answer that.

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

The one where Katy was pregnant

I think this year's Cornwall holiday will be remembered as the one where Katy was pregnant, with the first girl in the T family for over 100 years. I kid you not.
Or it might be remembered as the year Will fell on the long toy truck, and suffered a black eye, bruising, and a dodgy neck. The poor lad spent the rest of the holiday with his neck at a strange angle.
It could also be the one where we all got pied with double cream in our faces, thanks to a very funny after dinner game.
Perhaps even the year we bought blue lobsters.
Or the year it rained a lot, but we still managed the beach every day. And we are proud of that.

This year's holiday home.

St Ives scenes, with Tommy and Will.

We spent a lot of time at the St Ives beaches.

We also enjoyed one morning at the farm and visited Mark's mum's memorial bench. Oh and played pie face.

We dined in our favourite restuarants.

Plus, I got to see my friend Sarah who lives a not too far away car journey. We had lunch together, then vacated to a splendid hotel for cocktails, and Tommy played in the soft play area. All in all, it was another fantastic year.

Wednesday, 2 August 2017

Having a fab summer so far

"Who's coming to our house today?"
Tommy often ask this question. He loves it when I reply with names. He clenches his little hands and pulls his excited face.
Even if he is shy at first, Tommy loves company. When my friend Helen and her kids last visited, he ran to the bottom of the garden and hid behind a tree. But he was soon coaxed out and pretend spider webbing everyone.
Although once he did spend the entire time at Helen's house with his hands over his eyes, refusing to look at anyone. I guess he's more comfortable in his own home. I guess we all are, I know I am. I find it far more relaxing in our little cottage whether it's just the three of us, or we are entertaining.
I love entertaining. Even though our house is compact, I find the layout and size sociable. I can be in the kitchen prepping food and still part of the commotion in the lounge, as we have a doorway into both rooms. Or guests could be in the garden and I will have the back door open and still feel part of the same scene.
As I am a little stress head when it comes to Tommy and danger, it's important to me that I can keep one eye/ear on him from where ever I am.
This summer I thought it would be fun to create a fete in our garden. Twice we have been so fortunate with the weather, and Tommy has clenched his fists and pulled his excited face when I informed him of my plans.
It's something my nan used to create for myself, brother, and cousins, in her perfectly manicured garden. Thus, I wanted to recreate new memories in my own, with my own.
The observant reader will understand how much I like a fete.
Pictures below.
Having a fab summer so far.

Preparing the food and drink.

Is it a bird, is it a plane, no it's Super Tommy from a cannon.

Hook a duck.

Uncle Gary very proud of his catch of the day.

Lucky dip. Why do kids always choose the biggest ones first? (Can't blame them.)

Pull a string.

Lunch time. Tommy loves being with his cousin.

Dressing up tent.

It's a stick up.

Trying to beat the highest score.

Treasure hunt.

Tin can alley.


Fab friends.

Table for two. Tommy trying out his best moves. Might have to have a word with him about that.

Ice-lollies in the playhouse.

Until the next one! My god daughter and dear friend are due for fete part three very soon...let's hope the sun remembers to shine.
Summer, you're the best.