And in the blue corner weighing in at 1 oz - WHEATABIX

There is nothing stronger than Wheatabix. honestly. We should build houses with the stuff, i don't know why we don't already. Perhaps i need to market it, or perhaps the smell of wheatabix with dried out milk would make the house uninhabitable?What about wheatabix made up with orange juice?

So Starbucks has been throwing her breakfast around, a lot. Xss and I agreed that we are going to try not to be annoying parents who constantly try to control their offspring to protect their nice furniture. Ours can go wild and trash it. So the solution to the wheatabix? Wait until she grows older and then repaint the wall. You might think that i should just wipe the wall- but once the wheatabix is on, if it comes off, so does the paint underneath! it has a terrific grip, so I've given up.

We have also begun safeguarding the child from the furniture's revenge attacks and have therefore taped down the TV- see below. Lets face it, the TV was free, the DVD player was free and the table was free- I'm hoping the Humax (TV recorder) comes out ok as it is in the middle. No need for complicated aids, just a big roll of duck tape!

The TV complete with modern baby protection.

Everyone taking shelter in nearby cardboard boxes to avoid falling items. [Starbucks with the obligatory tongue sticking out, it's possible she is a bit special. Jury still out until she can talk, but she was also rocking backwards and forwards in silence today!]

So I'm busy protecting the baby from furniture and falling books now days (its irrelevant that most things that fall on her are a result of her own hand), and when I'm not I'm cleaning, cooking, washing or studying! Studying is my new pleasure. I have started my Open University course (correspondence course) on Social Work and i really enjoy it. I feel there are certain liberties you can take in the world of academia- one of which is making up words. This week i made up Uniculture. a place with only one culture. Xss pointed out that this is actually Monoculture!

So sorry for the sparse blogging, but when i sit down at the computer i feel that i must study, not blog. It's a shame, and I'll try to keep up both activities, just for my loyal fans ;)

Reasons to love London....

Number 47

I met Lovely for lunch today in the Crypt at St. Martin's in the field (in Trafalgar square) following my university lecture (for social work). Afterwards we went upstairs to admire the church, it is truly stunning. And in there an orchestra was rehearsing. Now this was probably a world class orchestra, warming up for that evenings performance. So sitting in the pews listening were many, very dignified, people getting a free intermittent concert. In the back rows and all around the outside walls were homeless people, asleep in the warmth. All in this spectacular church. How this combination of people and experiences can all combine so harmoniously and easily is something that i find London does so well. I will miss it when we leave.

The americans are coming....

Sorry, again, for the long delay. I had guests come to stay with us from America, and since with a baby i can only get one small thing done a day it too a bit of preparation and time. Also i have started studying my Social work degree through the open university, so every time i turn on the computer i feel bad if i do anything other than coursework.

The visit from the Americans was awesome! They are a couple who took me in when i was 18. I was a broken and lonely teenager feeling like no-one cared about me and life was pretty grey. However, these nice people chose me to come and live with them, then slowly built me up over the year and set me free a confident young woman. I will always feel in debt to them, but not in a bad way, and we have remained in contact the THIRTEEN years following! (now you all know how old i am!). So Xss and I got them flights over, to see London, our home, and meet Starbucks. They seemed to enjoy themselves, although in many ways our lives are very, very different. And Starbucks loved the company. I love the fact that they now know exactly what my life looks/smells and feels like, and smile often when i re-picture them sitting in my house, or other everyday situations.

At the moment i am HAPPY.

P.S Spinster, they left a box of kraft Mac & Cheese if you are missing it?