Even R now is saying how sullen and crying and difficult the twin toddlers are now. If babies pick up anxt from their mother, this is a prime example. To be fair, for some reason they did not have their morning nap on Christmas Day. Babies, babies, routine, routine. While they are clingy to their mother, fortunately they are always happy with Hippie Niece's mother and her husband's comfort, along with up to a point my Tradie Brother, their grandfather. They scream if I go near them and even R cannot win them over.
Fire Fighting Nephew's wife once told us we are her absolute favourite uncles. It was some time later that I thought about it a realised our only competition is ABI Brother. After a particularly bad child crying moment in the backyard at Oldest Niece's place on Christmas Day, as she headed inside, she said in a stage whisper to Bone Doctor and myself, and he, referring to nephew, f***ing well wants children. This is a bit sad as the nephew is great with children and would be a great father. Maybe they will work it out. He might be a stay at home dad.
Copper Witch saw off her mother yesterday to the earth. We thought we may have been there with her for support, but we just couldn't do it. It was very hot and our thoughts were with her at 11am.
This morning blueish green scum appeared in the air con evaporation tray. I thought perhaps coolant had leaked from the unit. But after some research about that and getting nowhere, what made more sense was a blue green algae bloom, which I have done enough research about to know it is not actually algae and is dangerous to swim in or drink, for all we animals. We have no intention of bathing in or drinking the water from the evaporation tray.
I think it was in 2000 when R visited his family in England on his own. Maybe it was a year earlier. He returned with gifts and one was a couple of mugs, which I immediately liked the shape and the handle of and decided they would be mine. One broke years ago but I still have this one. It used to say dishwasher proof on the bottom of the mug, but the dishwasher has worn the words off, along with the picture, which was of Robin Hood in Sherwood Forest. The rels live in Nottingham, close to Sherwood Forest. Let me get busy with the calculator.
Say 365 days multiplied by 18 years is 6,570, less say 20 days each year when we were on holidays or it didn't go in the dishwasher makes it 6,570 less 360, which is 6,210 times in the dishwasher with very hot water and caustic detergent. I suppose that is a pretty good innings (don't mention the cricket) and the mug has lasted well.
Still, it did say dishwasher proof, but I have no way of proving it now.