I took les enfants to Henley-on-Thames today.
We ate our lunch on the train while chugging past the most stunning riverside houses. Actually, I should rephrase that bit about lunch because only I ate the food. The Princess wanted to save hers to eat by the river when we got off the train and the Prince picked over everything I packed him and licked each bit, before shaking his head and declaring "I light it. Away. Now". This means he doesn't like it. He does, however, like crisps......"Bips mum bips mum. Want bips". Repeat, increasing the volume until you can barely think straight.
I didn't want to give him a packet of "bips" on the train purely for not eating his sandwiches but then he performed The Shriek. It's long and loud. Ear piercingly loud. Maybe this is why I have a headache....
We walked past our little dream home.
|I love the colours, the flowers and it's so neat and tidy|
|Yes, Myrtle Cottage, I think I love you|
|I love the colour of the front door|
|Stop looking down my top...|
|Couldn't eat his sandwich, but had plenty of room for this....|
Anyway I bought this book, only to return home to find I've already bought it. Gah! This is the problem with over 100 vintage Ladybird books. Lovely Piggly, what a dear, from Oxfam for £1.50.
And this one for £1.99, also from Oxfam.
I also nabbed these babies, 20p each, from an antique shop. Very cute, will look lush with cake on. I love cake...
On a totally random note, I bought the below soup, purely for the carton. NEVER judge a soup by its carton. It was like supping warm pond water. I could manage a small bowl, but not the gargantuan one I filled. It tasted healthy, but in a bad way. I had a craving for chips afterwards. And cake.
And I finally succombed to all the excitement over the below product. National papers rave about it. Will see how it goes. If it is great, it is a bargain at £9.99. Let's see if it transforms the mug I possess.
Tomorrow is a busy one. I shall have six children here by 10am, ranging from 8 weeks to 10-years. Helllllllp...