well, not quite , more in the kitchen so to speak.  Little pesky blighters.  Yet another reason I despise this weather.

Although I'll admit that it is somewhat amusing to watch them after you go around your kitchen with turmeric, it's like you've erected an invisible wall, they won't cross it and simply scuttle about looking mightily confused.

I think The Husband is finding ant stomping rather cathartic.  It's not that we're anti-ants per se, rather just anti-ants in our kitchen.  They're perfectly welcome to live outdoors and go along their merry way where they should be.

Sun hating like a vampire.

Oh dear.  The sun is still here.  Why?

The Toddler has decreed that ice lollies are are yummy, note we hold them as he still has a penchant for throwing food.  Whilst giving him something the other day The Husband asked 'What do we say?' expecting a 'Ta' yet what did The Toddler actually say? 'mmm Nommy!' That's my boy.

Thing One and Thing Two are adoring this vile weather as it means they are able to play in the garden, not that there is much for them to actually play in there, it's all old toddler toys apart from the swings.

The Husband thinks he's a comedian.  He was supposed to go to a gig last night so Thing One and Thing Two spent the night at The Grandparents to a) make it easier for me and b) lower The Husbands teeny weeny guilt about not coming home.  However due to financial reasons he ended up staying at home with a small bottle of cheap vodka.  Having made us Calzones for lunch I lovingly made him a pizza too to satiate his night time munchies.  Then this morning I kept The Toddler upstairs for two hours after he woke up so The Husband could have a lie in (Thing One usually wakes him up disgustingly early) and what does he say when I come down?  He asks to go to bed for a lie down!?  What's even more hilarious is that he didn't actually think he was taking the piss.  needless to say I put him right and I went to bed instead (only to be woken by The Grandparents returning Thing One and Thing Two less then an hour later)

Thankfully The Grandparents had bought Thing One and Thing Two some clothes and sandals.  Thing Two's summer clothes from last year still fit however Thing Two's don't so the poor lad has no shorts nor t-shirts.  I'm not that mean, I have ordered some they're just not here yet.

Due to the excruciating heat, the blazing sun, the lack of shade and The Toddlers refusal to wear a hat he has been indoors mostly and when we ventured out we took the buggy as I didn't particularly want a sweaty back and a baby with sunstroke because of no hat.  We were out for less then an hour, he had the hood up with a small UV visor and home wards bound a parasol yet he refused to eat his tea and vomited up the 10% of it that he did eat.  Oh arse.  He's  fine in himself thankfully.

Whilst chatting to The Mother on the phone I turned to find The Toddler in the buff next to me except for his socks and Thing One's sun hat, he'd stripped all his kit off. Why are my children obsessed with being naked?  He's now making small dribbles on the carpet and scrubbing them up himself with kitchen roll.  Oddling.

I was showing Thing Two pictures from a holiday in Spain in 2008 she turns to me and says 'When are we going to pain again, I've got sandals!'  If only i was so simple my darling.

I suppose I really should tidy up and get the bath running  now the sun has finally buggered off.

Bring back the snow

I despise the heat, there, I've said it.  I don't mind bright weather, it's just the godawful heat that is accompanying it lately.  The heat that makes every man under 40 deem it necessary to forgo wearing a t-shirt, makes people crack open cans of Stella in the morning and makes people play obnoxiously vile music at an uncouth and downright antisocial level with no care for the suffering it inflicts upon others (who have better music taste). I am repulsed by the prickly feeling of sun on my milk bottle pale flesh, the constant feeling of stickiness and never quite feeling clean, the heat induced headaches and tantrums.  It's simply vile. 

Not to mention my totally unfortunate wardrobe which isn't at all equipped for this weather consisting of three pairs of jeans and there winter skirts.  I have neither the money nor the figure for summer clothes and have yet to find any shorts that will not make me look like an obese skanky slapper or a frumpy old woman.  Most skirts are too short as I'm nearly 5ft 8" and have an inability to bend at the knees.  Oh and clothes have to be breastfeeding friendly.

The garden has not an iota of shade and is like a furnace, it gets the brunt of all kinds of weather.  So it's lovely and bright yet impossible to take The toddler out to enjoy it as he'd burn to a crisp in minutes and possibly get sun stroke.  Not to mention I abhor being out there when it's hot.

Anything over 19c is intolerable.  I like weather where you only need a hoody or better still just a top.   Bright is fine, a breeze is fabulous. 

Bring back the snow.

Bring back the snow.