Wild Edges, you remind me of an Italian friend who was telling off his two very young sons for throwing sand on the beach. He’d had enough so called out to them, “Basta, basta!” It produced some looks from those nearby.
Speaking of little treasures: I've been using my babysitting time productively to deep clean the kitchen for the last week. I decided it was time to tackle the dust behind and under the fridge so got the kids set up playing with their toys and dragged out the hoover ready to blitz the dust while they were distracted. My oldest boy of course thought the hoover looked more fun than Duplo and ran to 'help'. I pulled the fridge out just far enough so I could get my arm and the hoover hose behind there, but not far enough to allow the kids access, when I heard my youngest boy fall off something and start crying in the lounge. I went to check on him and heard the other one crying in the kitchen. Back in the kitchen oldest boy now has his head stuck between the fridge and the counter, so I put youngest down to free him but youngest grabs a hoover attachment, shoves it in his mouth (don't tell his mum) and runs off to find somewhere safe to chew it. I pull the fridge out a bit to free oldest boy and chase after youngest only to come back to find oldest boy now had room to get behind the fridge and is examining anonymous mummified stray food items like he's hit the buffet jackpot. The fridge won't pull out any further and he's refusing to give up his treasure or come close enough to be dragged back out. I just managed to squeeze in behind there, shove him out and start hoovering but he's now worked out how to turn the hoover on and off so every time I turn it on he quickly switches it back off. He's now learned some new words and the fridge is defluffed for another 5 years anyway
If you can keep your head, while those around you are losing theirs, you may not have grasped the seriousness of the situation.
Well I would say stick to plants as they're much easier but having just woken up to garden chaos after the storm I might change my mind. The neighbour's fence on one side has collapsed and smashed the greenhouse. Part of the other neighbour's shed roof has fallen on one of my cloches and half is broken and the other half is nowhere to be found. Sorting this lot out isn't going to be easy while we're all on lockdown.
If you can keep your head, while those around you are losing theirs, you may not have grasped the seriousness of the situation.
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