Hello again, lovelies. Defintely meant it to be a more exciting day today but didn't work out. We did work first thing in the morning ( it's impressive when by 10:00 in the morning a girl of  has done nearly 3 hours of work, and you can go onto the rest of the day knowing that as far as academics are concerned she's entirely more exercised than  she would be on a school-day), then gathered up and did another try of making the television work. This time, I think we may have succeeded. Last time round the DVD player was too cheap and threatened to sxpode on us, the Hd recorder wasn't fit to handle the power charge on the HD we plugged into it and whined and hissed manically, and this time the combination of various things (so far, fingers crossed) seems fine. Can't believe that after all these month we might possibly have a fully functioning TV nd DVD but it's a definitely possibility, as we see it.
Came back by this time as hungry as voracious cockroaches and had some lunch. I am still utterly unable to make an omlette - always turn more or less into scrambled eggs but there we are, for the first time in her life even the Littles ate it, without a huge deal of protest (another box ticked). Then we were going to get going on some random afternoon walk r ecursion, but the poor Mr felt a little ill and and little squitty, so we instead all went to Mummy and Daddy's bed and played computer games and read books and slept for the whole afternoon. Poor Mr. Wondering whether it's a breif bug I caught too yesterday  or the day before rather - I thougt it was just extreme unfitness and crappitude after swimming a kilometer each day for two days, but we both felt dizzy, slightly neauseus, alternately hungry and sickened, and fall asleep abruptly in the middle of proceedings so maybe it was a small bug of some kind. Anyway, all passes swiftly. He seems to be OK now in the evening and I have further hgh hopes of the morning.
Evening dinner was 'occy' salad... Littles allowed to eat with her fingers (I have no idea why, except that it's a holiday and she seemed to be showing such a great interest in picking food up and investigating it... it's all good healthy curiosity I suppose)... Today we used the frozen baby octopus that we tried grilling initially on the barbie, and was tough - today I boiled it very gently for a long time and it was jolly tender but shrank a lot. Quite surprisingly shrunk, so a put a new batch in to boil afterwards in the same stock, but for a sorter time.... definitely much tougher. All interesting experiments.Occy salad is good though, even if some of it is a little tough. We just know now that it does indeed have to be boiled for a long time beforehand... and I don't think the bab occy is any better than big occy, they both need attention. All ticked down and noted.
Well, there's not much else. Little did good work and was good in general today (for thse reader I know are interested in such things) - she's a funny girl though. There's no doubt that there's going to be quite a lot of ... well... 'explaining' ... to do to her reasonably soon. It's entirely obvious that her likes and dislikes (entirely legitimate though I'm sure they are) are slightly... unorthodox. Not that she'll be on her own in them at all (by a long shot) but you know, it all takes a bit of grounding. Phrases you end up hearing and noticing with slight surprise  - 'eat your dinner nicely and I'll kick you' (a real incentive to polish up, it seems), 'eat my toes, and then my bellybutton, and then my ears' - (Non to anyone who will listen)... ah, the list goes on endlessly. Obviously an S&M sensual fetishist inborn, one can only hope that by the time it come to be pertinent she'll have enough sense to understand the peripheral addenda and consequences associated. Somehow, I think it won't be a problem. Oh dear, I made a real mistake a while back. She has a great love of poking my breasts (such as they are, token items), and kneeding and massaging them generally whenever she gets a chance. I tried to explain, breast are quite private things, we need to be poilite about them. There are certain parts of the body that are private - the front and back bottoms are the most private, and the breasts are next private. Bits that aren't very private are face and hands, so we use hands to greet people and say hello how are you. We don't tweak someone's nipples and shake them up and down saying 'how do you do' because nipples are private. Which unfortunatley she found FAR too amusing a mental image, and ever since has been in the habit of reaching for my  nipples and trying to shake them up and down while saying 'How do you DO' in the most plummy, staid British accent you one would be able to muster - shortly before bursting into laughter. Oh well. I guess the point is carried  however obliquely.
Ah well. Can't remember what I was going to talk about, if anything. Hillarious little online game called 'what's for Dinner' http://www.playedonline.com/game/598128/whats-for-dinner.html ... I consistently scored 'horrible' on my efforts. Absolutely abysmal. However, the Sydney Shark game definitely wins out on the addictiveness front. Lots of love to all, V xxxx