Sunday, 28 April 2013

The Hoomugoos Spiedar

SW slept over last night. Needless to say, we enjoyed a lot of fun and games. But then, like all good authors, she knuckled down to concentrate on her latest work.

(Created by Speckly Woo, with not nearly as interesting subtitles by her Ga)

The Humungous Spider.
Once upon a time, three children were playing, called Alice, Molly and Tom.
"What do we do," said Molly. "I don't know," said Tom and Alice.
"Shall we go in that old abandoned house?" said Tom. "Yes, yes," said Alice. "OK," said Molly.
"Let me and Molly get ready." "OK."
'Come on," called Tom. "Arrrr!"
Then, a spider emerged out of nowhere. "A...n, n, n," said the spider.
"What is wrong," said Molly. "I have no friends," he said. "We can be your friends."
"Oh great," he wept. And that is how the big spider...
...was upset.

© Speckly Woo

Friday, 26 April 2013

A Step Too Far

It has to be said, I’m not a born dancer. I mean, I’ve got rhythm and I’ve got music, but I’ve also got a level of inhibition which prevents me from throwing shapes in public places.

Martin's dancing was so energetic, his beard fell off.

For me, terpsichorean self-expression is fine in the boogie belt, somewhere left field of La Cucaracha. But when it comes to cutting the rug in the confines of my home, I get a big ‘thumbs down’ from the grandchildren. SW has long held the view that I should do less boogie and more board games.

The twins haven’t developed their diplomacy to a workable level of sophistication yet. They simply shout at me to stop dancing. When that fails, they resort to an alternating combination of hard stares and screwed up faces. When I finally stop, one of them will mutter with disgust, “I don’t like your dancing,” or “you’re too big to dance.”

I think what they’re actually saying is, “you’re to old to dance.” They, on the other hand, will twirl and leap, skip and jump and inevitably crash land on their bottoms. I suspect I can manage the latter without too much coaching. Whether I could leap to my feet and convince them it was all part of the routine, is debatable.

Friday, 19 April 2013

A Night to Remember

The twins are having their very first sleep-over with us tonight. SW predicted, en route to school, that they will drive Nanny and Ga up the wall - she sees similarities with Thing 1 and Thing 2, from The Cat in the Hat. I'm sure she was exaggerating, but just in case she wasn't, wish us luck!

Monday, 8 April 2013

Come On Grandad, Make Your Mind Up!

Back in November of last year I resolved to tighten up my focus on grandparenthood at Square Sunshine. The idea being, that I would begin another blog where I could write about the things that happen in my life beyond my role as a Grandfather. Well I tried it, and after three months I’ve abandoned it.

There were a number of factors that caused me to pull down the shutters on the project, but there was one above all others. I found it impossible to pigeon-hole my thoughts and observations.

So, the blog description stands. What you read here – for as long as you continue reading here – will be the thoughts and observations of a Grandfather. They just might not always be related to grandchildren.

The catalyst in all this was an observation by a Grandmother, Belinda Brock. She noticed how thin on the ground blogging Grandfathers are, and posted a piece on her own blog to flag it up. After giving more thought, Belinda and I concluded, that blogging might work better for Grandfathers if they incorporate their grandparenting accounts into a larger picture. Which is what I’ve been doing for the best part of four years…apparently.

Sunday, 7 April 2013

Pardon My French!

How does that old Bee Gees number go? "I started a joke, which started the whole world crying (with laughter, of course), but I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.."

On 28th March I cobbled together some excerpts from spam messages I had received, and jokingly - honest guys - implied some 'spooks' involvement. Today, I read this!

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

And then there were three!

Our identical twin grand-daughters were born
exactly four years ago. Suddenly, mum and dad
were raising three, under three. They've done a
wonderful job, and we're very proud of them all.
Party time this afternoon, where I suspect SW
will be on patrol with her camera.
Happy Birthday, girls!

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