Stay at home dad

Movers and shakers

LP asked me today why it takes so long to move house. I tend to agree with the sentiment. I mean how hard can it be to sort out a simple house move?

Yes, we're on the move. Selling the beloved Blog Cottage and moving miles and miles away (well actually 200 yards down the road).

Looking forward to space as we currently occupy our living area with 4000 hot wheels cars, half of the playmobile range, most of the Doctor Who (third series) range and ALL of the power ranger figures ever produced. This means a number of injuries have occurred to myself and Mrs.SAHD and the last straw came when a family member of an 'older' generation twisted her frail old ankle and was laid up for a week in bed. So it was either:

1.) Get rid of Little Prince;

2.) Keep LP but ditch his toys; or

3.) Move house and get a play room.

Option number three won.

I for one was keen on option two but Mrs.SAHD said a small boy needs his toys. Not sure I agree, for example: we can simply leave him round at any of his friends houses (Slim, PD, Doc. etc..) for an hour a day and hey presto! he gets an hour's toy playing with none of the clearing up and mess at home.

In effect the decision to take option three has by its nature meant that option two has been implemented anyway. The role of any house seller is to make the house look like it is NOT lived in and there are definitely NO children living there.

A sale was achieved in double quick time and we shall now be moving to another and completely different sector of Blogley. Oddly, we will know all of our new immediate neighbours: I do hope they are as enthusiastic as us on the impending move. Hoping they like loud music and that they will enjoy my new AV set-up..! Oh, and new car exhaust note. Now then... where was that Pit Bull breeder's number?

Dream neighbours - that's us.

Will be in by christmas - we hope. Not sure we have enough furniture to fill the new place though.

Red sky at night...

Is this the most beautiful sunset you've ever seen?

Well ... is it?

If not, tell me where you've seen a better one!

And, a special prize for those who can tell me where this photo was taken.

SAHD

As camp as you like

Unscrew pump handle, cover airhole with thumb. Pump furiously with right hand for at least one minute.

Open choke lever 180 degrees. Turn black heat control knob anti-clockwise until hissing noise heard.

Quick!  light the damn thing:   WHOOSH..!

Conragtulations !  you have just lit the dual fuel colman double ring stove run on 98 RON.

So begins the morning routine of camping. (**Note also that after one minute you MUST return the choke lever back to its original position**).

I find myself looking out over the last few rugged specks of rock, at low tide, westward out into the Atlantic with nothing but sea until, probably, newfoundland or something. It's 8 am and we've just spent another hugely comfortable night under canvas. It's misty and cold and there is a strong north wind blowing. I feel dirty. Mrs.SAHD is lurking in the tent pretending she is still asleep. Little prince is already up and bouncing on his cousins heads in their tent. Most of them like it - except for the lazy-arsed teenagers in the contingent.

The kettle is now boiling furiously so now tea can be had and some warmth may find its way into my hands.

I'm wearing yesterday's clothes or is it the day before's? I can't remember. Anyway, they (and I) stink of the massive bonfire we had last night. The teenagers in the party of which there are about five (never can get them all to sit still in one space in order to count them properly) spent last night burning anything they could find including little prince's lovely new Boden fleece. All have become like tribal natives including the face painting and spears a la 'Lord of the Flies'.

I'm dreading breakfast as overall there are ten children and seven adults. Seventeen packs of bacon and 46 eggs later the washing up is done and... it's time for lunch! Do I not want to cook lunch on the coleman. To the pub it is.

So there is half a day's camping. LP is having a whale of a time. In fact Mrs.SAHD and I hardly ever see him, much to Mrs.SAHD's disappointment. God, only another five days of this...

Hey only joking, the place is beautiful, the campsite location divine and the kids are happy. There are no cars and one pub serving decent bitter: what's not to like?