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Sundays with Alex

admin — Fri, 02 Mar 2012 22:50:13 +0000

Fiona writes:
On Sunday Alex woke up early and cried so I had to go in because he was cold and “couldn’t find his blankets” (they were about 2mm away) and then I stayed in with him for the last hour and he alternated between kicking me violently and chatting amiably about how many more minutes before he could get up and I knew that Sunday was not going to be a Funday.

Alex

When we got up we packed and packed and packed and packed, and left for Auckland at 10 o’clock and got to our B&B at 1.30 with innumerable stops en route for people to wee on the side of the road because they can never give us more than three seconds notice that they need to go and met up with my friend kelly who had some stuff for me to take back to ham library and fought our way through two different motorways and lots of Auckland traffic and I knew that Sunday was not a Funday.

We got to our b&b and unpacked and went out for a special treat berry icecream and the berry shop served enormous icecreams and was perched picturesquely on a hill which meant we sat outside in howling gale struggling to finish icecreams and I had to get the kids’ jackets from the car so they could huddle in them and it was less a special treat than a special ordeal and we went back to the b&b and forced them into their wedding clothes and rushed off to the wedding arriving at 4.25 and it started at 4.30 and when we snuck in a side way it turned out to be the processional aisle and everybody turned to look and I knew that Sunday was never going to be a Funday.

During the wedding ceremony, Alex and Holly rampaged around the beautiful grounds throwing their hats at each other and crying and after the ceremony they rampaged around the grounds getting in the background of the official photos and I kept them under (semi) control with lots of bribes and took masses of photos and then Alex was bored and asked if he could take some photos which he often does and when I got the camera back he had DELETED all my photos and replaced them with seven wonky close-ups of grass and I could not have been more devastated than if he had casually plunged a butter knife into my heart and I spent the next hour dejectedly picturing all my lovely photos while the refrain from Someone Left The Cake Out In The Rain And I’ll Never Have That Recipe Again played mournfully in my head and Alex went behind the gazebo to cry and although I had not won Lotto the previous night, if I had, I would have cut him off with a shilling and I knew that Sunday was never EVER going to be a Funday.

And this morning we got up and discovered that the b&b did not take eftpos so we had to detour ten mins to atm and back and although we postponed our departure til after 9am in hopes that auckland school/work traffic would have dissipated, the NW motorway was gridlocked to such an extent that it took us twenty minutes to travel 500m and we were all hot and tired and grumpy and fed up. Monday was not a Funday either.

And then later from Fiona:

Well, I’m sorry to inform anyone who thought they might be married to the World’s Best Husband that you can’t be, because I am. Yes, my photos have been restored to me, through the magic of Greg and the internet! I believe he googled “Sharper than a serpent’s tooth +camera” and found a website that promises to restore photos from your memory card. They are called something like The Happy Extortionist, and their motto is clearly “We Can Undo What Your Child Has Done (camera cards and mother-in-law’s-cream-couches a speciality)”.
So, Alex is in debt before he even starts earning pocket money, because we had to pay through the nose. But he is, at least, likely to see his fifth birthday, a claim I would not have guaranteed yesterday.

I think I’m ready now…

admin — Fri, 02 Mar 2012 00:26:46 +0000

Ready, that is, for the room in the Home for the Elderly and Confused that my children have thoughtfully provided for me:

I wanted to share that for our wedding anniversary on Monday we’re booked into Gordon Ramsay’s restaurant in Chelsea! Eeeep!! It has three Michelin stars! Three!! You can’t get more stars than that!

So wrote Kirsty in a recent email to us.

When I saw the email, I thought, “How nice – a Michelin 3 star restaurant. I have always wanted to go to one of those.” So I googled it to see if I could see the menus.

The only problem was, I thought from the text of K’s email that the restaurant was called Eeeep!! So I googled Eeeep +Restaurant and Google asked me if I meant “Peep restaurant”. I ignored that of course, although on reflection it may have been an interesting site to go to.

Anyway I perservered and found a restaurant review containing the word Eeeep (which by the way I have never ever seen written down or even spoken) but it was not a Michelin star place.

So then I tried Eeeep +Gordon Ramsey and it asked me if I meant “eee pc Gordon Ramsay”. How stupid is that?

The first google entry was “Bruce set to keeeeeep dancing … He’ll be joining chef Gordon Ramsay” and by this stage I was so confused that I had to check my name badge to make sure that who I thought I was, was who I was (if you get what I mean). Then I read further and saw that the Google Bruce was Bruce Forsythe and nothing to do with a surprise tete-a-tete that my daughter had arranged bewteen me and GR…

Then “bleeeep Gordon Ramsay” came up several times and it was about at this point, fully 30 mins of my lunch hour wasted, that I came to the dawning realisation that Gordon doesn’t actually own or even run a restaurant called Eeeep!!

Am I the only person who doesn’t recognise the word Eeeep!!? (Or perhaps the only person who did know it, but has just forgotten…)

Sympathetic replies only, please.

Dominic Denny Bourn

admin — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 18:45:36 +0000

Born at 12:50am on Wednesday 22 February 2012 in Brighton, UK.

Dominic Denny Bourn

Our newest family member, a brother for Angus, both of whom we look forward to seeing in June when we visit.

The Birthday List is now online

admin — Sun, 19 Feb 2012 03:52:15 +0000

This is a site containing the dates of birth of all descendants (and their partners) of Logan and Ysabel Bruce. At last count there were 8 children (ranging in age from 66 down to 50), 25 grandchildren (from 39 down to 12), 7 great-grandchildren and 15 partners.

The full list in its resplendant glory can be seen at http://birthdaylist.wordpress.com.

OK, I’m collecting stats now

admin — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 03:47:55 +0000

So hurry up and access this site!

In the mean time, here’s another couple of photos from my travel blog, taken in West Ham park in London.

Welcome!

admin — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 01:13:44 +0000

This is a blog for Bruce Ferguson.

I also have a blog at http://bruceferg.wordpress.com which contains details of our travels to the UK, Norway, India and China from 2008 to 2011. As you can tell from the URL, this is a WordPress-hosted site and was my initial attempt at understanding how WordPress works.

The blog that you are reading now is also a WordPress blog but it is hosted on my own URL at www.fergs.org which is the next step in my journey to understand WordPress.