Yummy muscles!

500g of muscles, 500g des muscles, 500g der Muskeln? Don't know whether to laugh or cry - this is possibly my favourite yet!

This month even the English is so bad that everyone can join in the fun! Enjoy!

Torta della nonna con crema e pinoli

We've found a lovely new cake - I'm sure it's no great for the figure but if you speak Italian - give it a go!

Ludo logic

It was raining so the kids decided to play ludo. I had to marvel at Léon's logic. He was playing just with Charlotte at that point. One of the purple men was missing. He wanted to be purple and Charlotte blue so obviously he had two solutions - either they could each play with three men, or he could take say green and play three purple and a green against her four blue. Oh no! That would be way too simple. I walked in in time to hear him explain that he would take three purple and a blue and she could have three blue and a red and he would just keep his eye on his blue one as it went round the board so as not to get it mixed up with any of hers! Mind boggling!

Purple Fiat 500

Wow - I thought the pink one was impressive. And I loved the metallic lilac but if I start seeing these on the roads, I'll simply have to buy one!

22 Park Circus

I was saddened to hear yesterday that the iconic Glasgow Registry Office where Thomas and I married was shutting down.

It's sad to think no one else will have the same wonderful memories as we have and we'll never be able to take Amaia back and show her where it all happened, given she was the only one of the kids who wasn't present.

My first wedding had also been in stunning surroundings - Glasgow University Chapel. Back then though, through immaturity and expectation I had ended up with a religious wedding, which was wholly inappropriate as I was an atheist even back then. And there was also the wee problem that I was marrying the wrong man back then! ;-)

Park Circus was wonderful, meaningful and it a beautifully religion-free zone. It was intimate and spontaneous and everything I had hoped for.

That jellyfish again

Looks like the BBC liked it too!

Possessives

I love Amaia's use of the possessive - we've just had the cutest chat:

Sure Lots is so silly - she sometimes wears shes trousers even when it is so sunny. Not like we - we wear wes dresses in the sun and wes wellies in the snow!

I know I need to start correcting her - but it's just so cute!

£49-70

We were supposed to be taking the kids to see Monsters' University today at the Odeon. As a family we have probably only been to the cinema once, that I can remember - years ago - possibly before Amaia was born.

So I brought up the online cinema price to book - there was a surcharge for booking before you arrived, but even if you bought your tickets in the cinema and went in without so much as a jellybean, never mind popcorn, they want £49-70 for one showing for our family. A family, you see, is apparently two adults with two children, extra kids pay an extra £6-90 and bringing teenagers costs £7-60 (each). Over and over I find large families are priced out of all pastimes that modern kids take for granted.

So it looks like we'll be waiting, as always, till the DVD comes out at Xmas. Sigh!

A baby boy

The scenario wasn't drastically different. I was about the same age, my baby was born the same week, albeit 16 years ago, weighing more or less the same, same gender... but he was born with something much more precious than that child down south. He was born with freedom... the freedom to be what he wants to be, to believe what he wants. He can marry who he wants, choose a job that interests him as a person, he can interrail round Europe and lie on a nudist beach and no one will care. He can be an atheist, or he can take on any religion that takes his fancy. He can fly round the world walking in any city that takes his fancy and see what it is really like. He will know when he makes a friend that that friend truly is interested in him and not his perceived status. He doesn't need to sign up for Big Brother unless he turns out to be an attention-seeking extrovert. He will not spend his entire life on a world-wide Big Brother.

This week I have heard two extremes - adoration, which I don't understand because he is just a baby, like every other one, and venom calling for the crowd of spongers to be thrown out. I feel neither... I feel pity because he was born with his whole life already decided, and to me freedom is a sad thing to exchange for these meaningless privileges.

Personalities

It's funny how you can see even at 5, what kind of teenager someone might become...

I walked into my bedroom (where the only full-length mirror in the house is) to find Anna posing in front of it in only her pants:

You know mummy, she ventured, I just can't wait till I grow up to be a teenager so I can wear the kind of clothes that don't fit!

I must have looked blank or at least surprised because she elaborated: You know, teenagers like to wear t-shirts that are too small for them so you can see their belly buttons!
Oh my lord! This one is going to be a trendy little handful!

A jellyfish

I got a bit of a fright today when I backed straight into this in the sea and got it tangled round my leg. Of course once I'd extracted myself it was too pretty not to photograph!

Léon being Léon

Léon is a jumpy wee guy, always buzzing about in a manic fashion when you take him somewhere fun. Today in the sea he was running about wildly but even I was quite surprised when I uploaded the photos. Somehow he was being so hyper, I actually managed to catch him walking on water! (And me, an atheist too! ;-) )

Was it Troon?

I remember once as a child going to the coast with a friend from my primary school class. Her parents lived very near mine and some how I got invited along with her and her younger brother. I remember walking through long grass and over a small dune to reach the beach. I even remember yellow flowers. I have often wondered where that beach was but as the friend in question died last summer, I can no longer ask her. I had ruled out Ayr and Prestwick and I know it was nearby so I am beginning to suspect it was South beach at Troon. Although I have been to North beach at Troon a couple of times in recent years, I don't think I was ever on South beach till today so it's nice to finally put a name to a distant memory from the mid-70s at last.

Troon for the second time in 7 days!

Léon asked me today if we could buy this house in Troon if we win the lotto at the weekend! It looks about the right size for us... and I didn't have the heart to tell him I don't play it!

Pretzel-face

I know she's half Danish, half Scottish but Anna is in some ways a very German child. She'd live on German sausages and pretzels if you'd let her. It's a shame she's never met most of her German relatives. Although her grandfather is German, he spends most of his time in Denmark or Italy so she only ever visits him there which means she's only met two of his many, many siblings. Just imagining her touring round them all eating their food brings a smile to my face. I think they'd think she was a perfect little girl as she would happily taste everything they had on offer!

Surprised

For more than 25 years I have dreamed of escaping Scotland because I find the climate thoroughly depressing.

I had begun to believe it was Scotland itself rather than its shitty climate that I disliked. As the summer approached I was beside myself in dread at the thought of staying here. I have not stayed in Scotland for a whole year without escaping to recharge my sun batteries since 1985. (One of the advantages of having family abroad!)

The first couple of days of the holiday saw the thermometer hit a balmy 9 degrees. I was ready to jump off the nearest bridge and put myself out of my misery! A week later though it shot up to the high twenties and has been there ever since. We haven't had a single meal indoors in three weeks now and we're living the life I loved so much from my years in France, Italy and Germany. Thomas and I have been trying to take two days out of work a week to run the kids to the coast on day trips to compensate their non-holiday this year and my evenings after dinner are still spent in the garden.

I'm suddenly realising that the issue is all climate. What I miss living here is that outdoor life you have in continental Europe. Now we have that here I am completely content. I'm actually liking Scotland for the first time in living memory. I hate being locked away indoors, eating indoors with the kids going stir-crazy. It is so much nicer to sit in the garden with a glass of wine at 7pm listening to kids jumping and splashing in pools in every garden in the street.

Today I was wandering about Troon, even considering retiring there one day because it was so beautiful.
Of course, given this summer is probably a one-off since 1976, I will quickly find myself terribly disappointed and start planning my escape to Europe again, as soon as the normal weather returns. But in the meantime, it is definitely helping me cope with my current dearth of holiday.

Me and my guys

No one ever tells you at 18 that 45 year olds don't actually feel old! Nor do they point out that 45 year olds don't actually feel much different to how they felt at 18, because, after all, 18 was just yesterday, a blink ago. Of course, I have to hold my phone further from my eyes to be able to read it and when I catch my reflection in a full-length mirror I find it hard to recognize myself because my inner self has not caught up with my outer one yet! Deep down I am still the teenager who spent my carefree years Interrailing round Europe alone, freaking out my parents!

It is therefore with an almost daily sense of surprise that I find myself walking around in this large group of people, all created by me and calling me mum! I almost find myself looking over my shoulder to see who they are addressing as that - it couldn't be little me, could it? But somehow it is! It is a great privilege.

Happy gardener :-)

The first summer we moved to this house Thomas grew so many courgettes the kids began to wail at the sight of them. (I've since developed a soup recipe that uses them up for the kids). I was happy because I am a big fan of courgettes. I therefore made plans for my subsequent harvests. Summer of '09, '10, '11 and '12 saw a dismal yield of less than four courgettes in total. We tried the garden, the greenhouse but never managed to duplicate that first year. I was so hacked off with the Scottish climate dissolving my bloody courgettes that I had given up hope, but this year we seem to be on to a winner once again. There hasn't been so much rain they've disintegrated, it hasn't been so dull they haven't grown. We have conventional ones, round Tuscan ones, long yellow ones. We even have enough courgette flowers that we can sauté those! It is so exciting! If only every year was like this!

Summer and beer

I'm not usually one to blow my own trumpet but I have to say I was impressed with my wee Instagram of Thomas and his homebrew today. Look at those sun rays! It's positively tropical looking. It is an altogether strange summer with the in-laws in Tuscany complaining of rain and wearing jumpers to sit out at night, just as we are basking in the best summer I remember since I was eight.

For the first time since the summer of '85 we haven't booked a holiday - too much work in the summer coming after a winter of not enough has made holidaying a bit unlikely, at least before the autumn or winter. As I dragged my feet, depressed towards the summer school break-up, little did I know that Scotland was about to become a spectacular suntrap. We've been trying to take the kids to the coast a couple of times a week, so they don't feel left out, and it's been as hot down there as my many summers in Cannes and Nice. What an unexpectedly pleasant surprise! If we were to get stuck home for one summer, it looks like we chose the right one!

... or is it always like this and no one's ever mentioned it to me because I'm always out of the country???

Sprinkler fun

Sometimes the simplest things in life leave the most lasting memories. I remember as if it was yesterday jumping through a neighbour's spinkler back in the summer of '76. Their daughter was three years younger than me but I remember playing with her most of the summer (secretly to gain access to their sprinkler!) I longed for my parents to buy one but they never did - they weren't into gardening and they saw it as a gardener's accessory. I've had one for years but it has generally been used to water my greenhouse while I'm on holiday but today my three youngest (plus four neighbours aged three to seven) spent hours running through it, squealing with joy. Just as I remember '76, I expect mine will remember July '13 when they are 45.