You're like my yo-yo that glows in the dark...

...what makes it special, makes it dangerous...

Another sunny day here. Easter saturday. Is it called that? Yesterday was weird. Phillip went to the toilet and on the way there he slipped on the wet floor (of course he was running full-tilt) by the pool and fell headfirst into the door. Cue torrents of blood and joel running back to us. And malin screaming at me to come out of the sea to go to him while she grabbed our stuff and the other two boys. I then went to the island's one hospital to get him seen to. Bizarre. He had a 4cm gash in his forehead the poor little feller, but he was very brave when they glued it shut. He seemed very small on the bed in hospital holding my hand. Hoping it's not gonna scar too much. The chicks are gonna dig it in a few years, though, heh heh. Now how on earth do we keep it out of the water for two days?
Doh!

It's gonna be a bright...

...bright sunshiney day...

The holiday continues apace. Yesterday we went into Willemstad which is the local town. Full of pretty, dutch influenced houses on the seafront with a floating bridge connecting the two main areas. It was a little cloudier. Possibly a good thing. There'll be plenty more sun before we're through. Time for some more snorkelling soon. Then something to eat. And drink. Repeat until bedtime. Ah...

I don't like cricket-ah, oh no...

...I love it-ah...

welcome to our dreadlock holiday. 6 degrees and rain. Doh! Wait. That's wrong isn't it? ... After a nightmarish journey here (read: 11 hours on a plane with young spencer, ha ha) we arrived just after 6 in the evening local time. To 28 degrees and the habitual lovely tradewind. Seriously, this is unbelievable. Paradise. All-inclusive paradise too no less. Oh yes. The sea is full of improbably-coloured fish even in the shallows. Everyone speaks dutch here so even the beer is great. Does anyone have any idea how much damage jonny jenks can do to a free bar? Over the course of a fortnight? Has nobody warned them...?

They stood around the kettle and watched as it brewed...

...Sneezing into hankies, hands all blue...

Ah, there's nothing like quality Danish beer. And, indeed, the beer pictured here is, in fact, also nothing like a quality Danish beer. Bading! Thank you. You've been a wunnerful crowd.

On a more serious note, this useless blog is 51 posts old or something. And they said it'd never last, eh?

This weekend was excellent. Wales won the Triple Crown (which is getting to be something of a habit, ha ha) and England lost (ahem). Then today Spurs crowned a marvellous weekend of Sport with a thumping 4-0 victory over the hapless Hammers.
The weather was back on its habitual 6 degrees and rain tip. Bah. Still, you can't have it all can you?
Four more working days before holiday time...I can almost taste it.
Some Sundays are nice.

Who taught you to torture...

...who taught ya?

The wisdom of Ralph Wiggum
Will you be my mommy? You smell like dead bunnies...
Mrs. Krabappel and Principal Skinner were in the closet making babies and I saw one of the babies and then the baby looked at me.
Oh boy! Sleep! That's when I'm a Viking!
I bent my wookie.
The doctor said I wouldn't have so many nose bleeds if I kept my finger outta there.
Even my boogers are spicy!



I thank you.

Can you imagine that...

...an itch too sensitive to scratch?

Ah, to be in Sweden in the Springtime. Of my voodoo.
The whole Slocombe clan here appears to be succumbing to some kind of lurgy. Thankfully myself and mini-me seem to have avoided it so far. Let's hope it stays that way and everyone is fit for the trip next week. I still can't believe we're going. A holiday in the sun. With iguanas. And turtles. And all-inclusive loveliness.
A few of us had part two of our injections this week. Spence and Phillip will have theirs next week when their fevers have hopefully abated.
Last night was not a good night's sleep...

Am i just like you...

...all the things you do, can't help myself...

I somehow (crazily) forgot to set the alarm clock this morning, but it was light enough that I woke up only about eight minutes after it should have gone off. In a blind panic, not knowing what day it was admittedly.
Today felt all lovely and Spring-like. A real vårkänsla as we say here in Sweden.
Sunshine that was actually warm on the skin. Mmm.
Let's hope for some more of the same. Too much is never enough. Some people are never satisfied. Greedy-guts.
Mind you, in a little while we'll be in the Caribbean, baby!