I have had some sleep thank Bob.
Miss M didn’t wake up, Miss E didn’t fall out of bed and Mr B’s snoring was a lot more tolerable than usual.
So I spent the day tidying, cleaning, shopping and doing, you know, busy stuff. Because tomorrow I have guests.
Holl, Queen of Hearts and the Thrower are coming to play. Hooraaaaay.
Due to unforseen circumstances lovely Belle won’t be visiting Chez Beaufoix tomorrow, but we’re hoping to see her later if we’re lucky. I hope we’re lucky.
And, amongst our plans are a podcast with a certain lovely lady, this one, so I am near explosion point again but this time with excitement, happiness and gaiety.
Thanks for all your lovely comments yesterday. I won’t be able to visit you all properly till Sunday night as tomorrow I am staying in a travel lodge in deepest Sutton Coldfield so that Belle, Holl and I can do fun stuff, so I’ll see you all then, but before you all go I want to tell you about a book that Miss M and I shared in the library today…
It looks harmless right? A cute book about a boy and his fish written in both French and English so you can give your kid a bit of culture. Great.
And the first page is fine. Harry buys a goldfish. He calls it George. Nice.
(Sorry for the blurry shots but I was in a library surrounded by mums and the librarian kept glancing at me all suspiciously.)
So anyway, Miss M and I look at the cute pictures. I say the words in French and she laughs.
Then I turn the page.
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Seriously people, who ever thought this was a good idea?
Mad book producer: “I know, as we’re making this book highly educational by adding French translations, why not go the whole hog and take this opportunity to teach the little darlings about DEATH.”
I look at Miss M who seem perfectly happy and not at all psychologically damaged, and I nervously turn the page.
And there’s another close up of the poor dead poisson rouge.
Bugger.
So they bury him in the garden in a nice little box.
Come on, a photographer at a funeral? I mean that’s just bad taste.
I flick through a couple more pages, which show mostly this;
Yep, a cat hanging around the grave site.
And Harry thinks it’s just there watching the flowers grow over his little dead friend, but I have this image of the author of this jolly tale going that one step further. That step that will teach Miss M about the fact that animals are wild, and that it is natural for cats to dig up dead pet goldfish and chomp on their bones…
I was so nervous that I did the thing every good parent would do in this situation..
Me: “Right M, let’s go and get an ice cream.”
Miss M; “Yaaaaaaaaay.”
So we did.
And I also let her put extra pennies in the dog stand outside the pet shop.
Anything to take her mind off the blumming dead fish.
Tsk.
See you all soon.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen the word blumming writen down before
oh honey I will do my best. I am NEEDING fun night out. The Captain has given me permission. I will do my utmost.
Dan, it is a fine word and should be written down more often.
Belle, I know you will, but if it doesn’t happen we’ll do it soon. Hugs.
oh my heavens……I am so envious. Do give Holly a hug from me. PLEASE!!!!!!!
and yes….sigh….I have learned that one must preview a book before reading it to a young one. YOu never know what to expect.
have fun!
Aaw! I wanna play too! *kicks the dirt*
Looks a bit like a tuna salad, doesn’t it?
Wow, that’s quite the book… glad I never came across it when my daughter was young.
Maureen
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Ice cream does have a way of making things better, doesn’t it?
Hey you guys, little kids can handle much more than you give them credit for. Remember all those god awful fairy tales we used to read when we were kids? Well, maybe you are all too young for those and only saw the cleaned up Disney versions. Terrible things happened in those fairy tales…
Have a great time and be sure to tell ‘all’ when you get back!
Well now, this reminds me of the time when I was a little girl and my goldfish died, and I buried it in the backyard, and then a couple of months later I dug it up to see what it looked like. It was interesting.
Wow.
It was nice of them to write such a disturbing children’s book so you could prove what a fab mum you are.
i’m with kim. i think they had this in mind when they wrote the story. kind of like a ‘let’s weed out the good mums’. i think big brother would have been ON YOU if you *hadn’t* gone for ice cream. you really dodged a bullet there. whew!
or, they are just really freakin’ odd.
i was laughing so much at this, my lovely.