Trash Towers Dictionary

a/c - art crap. CK's fond term for the means of assuaging my addictions.

BSD - Been Seen Done. Devised while travelling the Great Ocean Road on CK's first Australian trip. Every lookout point was as fabulous as the previous and we got a little bit magnificenced out so rather than pull in we would shout BSD and keep driving.

Now general usage for when a situation is over or beyond repair.

bob - noun. Princess Curly- Wurly's word meaning all sweets, chocolate and yummy things.

blurry - (pr. to rhyme with hurry) Sth African/Zimbabwean term and my favourite polite swearword. Means kind of like bloody but usuable in mixed company. See 'Feck' & 'Eejit'

eejit - Irish term meaning 'idiot'. Suitable for use in polite company. Used by my Aunt Marion.

feck - Irish term used by my Aunt Marion so it cannot be rude!

ho-ho -(pr. with a short o). Zimbabwean word for bugs.

lani - (sp?) Sthn African word - means posh, expensive, elegant, stylish.

La Villa de Lamaca - (translates from Ital. as The houseof snails. My 'green' house out in the garden with all my a/c (ref: above) stuff in it. Built by CK and Babyman for me. CK lost his fingerprints over it. I cannot actually get in there at the moment!

lubbard - derived from 'beloved'. Devised by my then two y.o. son b/c unlike his sister he could not say 'Mother Beloved'. Usually prefaced by a noun.

OfStEd - Office for Standards in Education. Bossy civil servants who would like to see every child in formal, full-time education from birth.

Q.I. - Quite interesting.

terence - sobriquet applicable to all small children. Originated with one 'borrowed' child who could not pronounce ' terrorist' .

TG - exclamation. Thank God! An interesting choice for the dictionary of a recovering Catholic but is a phrase used by my Irish family and is now deeply fixed in my conversational repetoire. (reference also PG - Please God).

TGTH - The Great Trip Home. Alt. known as 'How I spent Christmas and N.Y 2008.









Thursday, 19 June 2008

I thought you might all like to see a family portrait. Babyman wasn't allowed to join in - he wasn't smiling like the rest of us!







Not really. I had a parcel in the post yesterday.



This was the card.





I quite agree with the philosophy, no point waiting all day for your smile.


This was the beautiful, quite large, very heavy parcel.



I don't know why people are always saying mine isn't a real name because I tell you - it is!?!?!?!?




Having rescued Smiley Carol, our post lady, from the slavering jaws of my blackdog (he really doesn't like Smiley Carol) I brought this BIG parcel back inside wherein the 2y.o.terence present and I ripped into it .



We did try to be delicate but when a surprise parcel arrives from a mysterious real imaginary friend a girl can't be expected to exercise any great restraint.


When we finally got through the beautiful turquoise paper there was a box.


Taking off the lid of the box we discovered this -




Somebody somewhere has seriously depleted Britain's bubblewrap reserves!!! We unwrapped the bubblewrap and found some more. So we unwrapped the bubbles and found still more. But after four hours of unwinding and popping bubbles we found a rather fabulous pot of homemade strawberry jam from the very generous and kind Michaela over at the Stash Basket.





It is particularly yummy just raw without any of the trappings she had at her house -scones, cream, etc... I know this because once excavated from the bubblewrap monster which was trying to digest it, the 2yo and myself popped the lid and dipped our fingers in!!!!! There is something wrong with that kid, it took me several many minutes to convince her we should do that. Weirdo!





You may wonder what would possess someone to post jam however delicious ... sit down comfortably and I'll begin .......



Having written such a gorgeous post about the easiness of jam-making Michaela was obviously expecting comments and far be it from me to disappoint so putting fingers to keyboard I wrote -


Please make sure you wrap the jars really carefully before posting them. I don;t want to have lick such yummy jam off the shatds of glass ;-) (ibid)


Naturally having seen just what the fruits of my labor (pun fully intended) can return I was off to leave comments on the blogs of 'The Old Lady of Threadneedle Street', 'The Royal Mint' and 'The Jewel House @The Tower of London'.

I wait by the postbox in anticipation!

5 comments:

Staci said...

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I dont see a way to email you. And once i receive your response I can then send out the pricing and what not!!! lookin forward to hearin from ya!!

Lesley said...

I dunno - I may have been conspicuous in my absence this week but you're making up for it with multiple funny bloggage!!!

Re: the child with a reluctance for digging fingers into jam. I blame the parents!
My weird s-i-l goes balistic if anyone attempts to extracate jam from a jar sans spoon. Her loo stinks like a herd of old men have p'd in every corner but woe betide you if you are unhygienic enough to stick your knife in the jam!

Good luck with the crown jewels. I'm just off to see if the same works with Fortnums food hall :)

xxxx

Kitty said...

Surely dipping finger in jam pot is part of one's education? You've done a sterling job there Trash - teaching the child the rudiments of life.

x

Lucy Locket-Pocket said...

If you're not careful you will be getting silver teaspoons sent in the post to accompany that jam! Although sticking your fingers in is probably the best idea - so funny about you having to persuade the tiny terence to do it though! Michaela is a real star and clearly Queen of the Bubble-Wrap!

Locket xxx (not real name either!)

lauren said...

isn't it amazing how the blogosphere is just FULL of talented folk...ones who also happen to be kind & generous & awesome!!! :)