We eat a lot of avocado.
Like one a day would not be unusual.
All five of us love it, on toast (Turkish!), sandwiches, cruskits…I
could go on.
Our method of keeping them in good nick in the fridge is to
stick the two halves together and tie tightly into a plastic bag. Thus the air cannot get to it and they stay
nice. Seeing as they are used within 24
hours, it’s not much to ask of the plastic bag.
This ensures we always have avocado in the house. Because I can’t bear a house without avocado in
it.
So this morning I put the toast on, opened the fridge, found
the plastic bagged avo, pulled it out and found this.
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| So like, where's the avocado? |
This is the avocado equivalent of putting 1mm of milk in the milk
bottle back in the fridge. Or leaving
one sheet of loo paper on the roll.
The culprit could be any of the other four people I live with. It certainly wasn't me.
In other household fails, I’ve given up on using the right
toothbrush as we are all using the same bathroom and all the toothbrushes seem
to be orange. Mike and I have access to
our en suite from tonight so am looking forward to being certain my toothbrush
is for my teeth only. I know we all
share the same DNA but I think toothbrush sharing is oversharing.
Issy now has homework.
It’s fairly low key, being a list of ten words to write neatly on one
side of the sheet and some simple maths questions on the other. In past years with the older two, I’ve kept
the marked sheets in a growing pile and occasionally looked back fondly at the
progression of spelling words or handwriting.
This time, it’s going straight to recycling. Sorry Issy.
My days of admiring lists of words like bat and rat and sat are
over. Josh has to spell abundant and
announcement and that’s taking up all my brain.
I do love you.
And then, this morning I noticed my lips were a little
dry. I picked up the nearest tube of
what I thought was lip balm and applied it.
It felt a bit weird. Imagine my
horror when I took a closer look at the tube and realised I’d just applied
bright green zinc to my lips! A quick
check in the mirror proved the horror was real. And excruciatingly bright.
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| Clearly zinc from the front. Der. |
I nearly ripped my lips off trying to remove it before the
school run.
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| Could be lip balm from the back? |
And finally,
10 years ago I took Sarah to her first swimming lesson. Mike came too. Because she was our first and it was a big
deal. She was 8 months old. We sang and pretended she was a
motorboat. She grabbed at plastic ducks
in the water. She laughed and laughed. We dribbled water on her head, bounced her
around in the water, and even ducked her under for a second. She was the chubbiest, happy little swimming
baby ever.
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| Proof she can swim. |
Today I took Sarah to her last swimming lesson. She is nearly 11. I am watching her now and She can do
all the strokes and is about to trial for squads and with everything else this
family does, I’ve decided to pull the pin. The cost and logistics are too much. Plus, she can swim. She’s not an Olympic contender. Job done.
she is swimming 25m
backstroke like a champion.
But it’s the end of an era and I’m a bit sad.
Although the money we’re saving will no doubt cheer me
up.
