The House that Would Not Blow Down

Dear reader, you may be wondering what Mr Him has been up to recently. Have things been quiet on the Mr Him front or so diabolically bad I can't even write about it?  Up to recently the former.  However I've now concluded that he's the sort of neighbour you want living 3 hours drive away.  Maybe you had already guessed that from previous posts. I was in denial I think. 

My discovery materialised this week. I know, I know, how could I have not known for that long!

Let's start at the beginning.  Once upon a planning permission long months ago a house was built next to us. Right next to us. So next to us we could see through the lounge onto the patio from our bedroom window. It was made of brick. However much Mr Him huffed it would not blow down.





I had blinds put up in our dining room. Mr Him huffed and puffed more when I instructed him that the dining room needed painting to be in keeping with the blinds.  Even this furious puffing did not blow the house down. 







I bought 15 foot high bamboo as a screen to our patio and dining room.  Mr Him huffed as he planted it in pots. The house did not blow down.





I ordered a mature 15ft high budleja.  It arrived and was 12 inches. Mr 26 and friend huffed and puffed as they maneuvered 12 inch high budleija.  The house did not blow down.




I ordered a 10ft high palm tree.  Mr Him puffed in great gusts  as he planted this with Mr 26 help. The house did not blow down.




I ordered a 10ft high photenia.  Mr Him huffed and puffed and refused to plant it. The house did not blow down.






Two weeks ago a couple moved in to the house.  Mr Him invited them over for pizza takeaway.   We planned and prepped like we had never done before.  (We bought food rather than make it.)  I was the hostess of the mostess this time. In preparedness I even tried out a new lipstain that had me looking like a cross between  Morticia and Betty Boop. Luckily I managed to remove it before they thought they were walking into Addams Family Mansion.  I stopped Mr Him putting the Time Warp on as welcoming background music. 


We had a good night.  They are a great couple.  They loved our dogs and said  'you must bring them over sometime. ' Now you and I know that when people say that they don't mean it.

Not two days had passed before Mr Him was knocking on their door with said dogs to visit newly built, newly carpeted, newly decorated house that would not blow down.  He tells me they gushed and aaarhd.  He tells me they were pleased, especially when Luna marched in through the house heading to kitchen to see a mother in law. 

I say Mr Him's the sort of neighbour they'd want living in another darn town.  They must be in fear of us not leaving them in peace.

Mr Him has a new hobby now.  A blog reader said they imagine a Bridget Jones voice from me. Mr Him says 'more like her mum.' Still when I said that I even have my own Mr D'Arcy Mr Him started plans on building a lake in the garden, so he could emerge from it occasionally. I said 'don't bother, Mr 26 and I can plunge you in the bath now and then if you like.'

Back Home and the Meta-human

I'm home now and its back to wearing a rain mac and tights.  Here in the UK people are talking of summer just starting.  Really?!! It's because schools have only just broken up so August is thought to be 'summer'.  We actually had a heatwave in June though this year. That was 'summer'.

Whilst we were away our ginger cat missed Mr Him so Miss 22 made, (her words) Mr 26 pay him some attention. 





A 'giant' Budleja arrived, for which I'd ordered a trolley to move it. Turns out it was a foot high!  It took 2 men and a trolley to maneuver my 'giant' Budleija.






Miss 22 built what she called Temple Palace with her washed bedding.  
Then abandoned it, apparently.



Miss 22 also built what appears to have built   a runway in the garden to help us home.



I have now returned to work and dealt with a wagon load of emails. Delete delete delete. I've also ate a wagon load of cake.  One email even said, ' welcome back, I hope you enjoyed the chocolate cake. Can you fill in this spreadsheet please. '  That was from someone on another floor! And I didn't even know the sender! My cake eating reputation had gone viral, and I'd only been back a day.

Despite not getting sunburn on holiday I seem to have managed it at home.  This was most surprising considering I was in bed at night sleeping at the time. Now some may say the sun shines out of Mr Him's whatsiname but I'd prefer it didn't.  The result of Mr Him's radiance was that I had a very sore and inflamed red face. It didn't occur to me that I needed factor SPF extra strong in bed sleeping with him. Has he turned into a meta-human.  He says not.  He says it's the new glycolic acid exfoliating serum that I had put on that night. Hmmmm.  Nice try.

Gran Canaria - The Wrap Up

Last year I did a post on what we'd miss. Funny how things change depending on where you are.  This year I will miss the 2 weeks I've had with Miss 18. She's been great company.  Gems that had us laughing were;

Me. 'Norwegian airlines put famous people on their tails '
Miss 18 'can't they get a private jet or something '.


Mr Him 'You've got a good tan miss 18'
Miss 18 'yes I know, right, I'm jealous of my own back. '











Mr Him hasn't really had any moments of ridiculous this time. Thank goodness. 
There is nothing we did regularly enough to say I'll miss that but let's give it a go.

The clear sea...the water is so so clean, the sea bed gently slopping. I'll miss swimming in that sea water.






Sea water skin...I'll miss how the salt and humidity make my skin 20 years younger.

The sea ferry to the other local ports. A really good value ferry called Salmon.





The view of blossom against sea and sky







Mr Him's outfits...not





The mirrored lift in the first hotel which gave us lots of hideous sights







Looking forward to

Seeing Miss 22 and the animals.

This year both apartments had washing machines so I can't have that on the list
Rain....yes I'm looking forward to rain on my skin, cloudy grey skies, and wearing my jeans.

Eating healthily.  This year we ate out more. It shows. 

Miss 18 is looking forward to sinking into her own soft bed.

Decent wine.  I haven't had a decent wine and only one nice Sangria.  I did buy a cheap bottle of Cava for the apartment.



Most Sangria has been on tap and lemonade based. We were spoilt in Tenerife last few years.

Shade.  Our last hotel was a suntrap with very little shade. It would be so easy for them to have more umbrellas. There were none by the bar area.

Leaving behind any thoughts of engaging with my inner goat



Not needing to reserve a sunbed in my garden.

My own kitchen.

My lounge and TV

My normal routine.  Does that sound wrong?  We spend so long in our routine and yearn for holidays then......



Anyway here is the holiday video. our Gran Canaria Holiday

How much Fun can be had with 2 Lilos and a Husband's Underwear in a Full Lift?

Dear reader, 

Mr Him has done it again.  Caused Miss 18, myself, reception staff and various guests in a lift great hilarity. For most people this is no mean feat but in Mr Him's case it just took underwear, or lack thereof. 

We had moved hotel. In the new hotel Miss 18 and I weren't satisfied with the room so arranged a transfer. Mr Him had unpacked already eager for his second week to begin.  He repacked and we shuffled across to the new room. We then lazed by the pool,  enjoyed happy hour, had a swim. Mr Him waddled off to our room for a shower. He was a while.  He was more a-while.  After even more a- while we went to the room to see if he'd been washed away.  He came to the door ensconced in a towel. ' I seem to have a predicament ' he said. 

'I don't have any underwear. ' 

We were incredulous.  'You've been here a week and only just noticed.' 

'No, I had underwear yesterday.  I just don't today. '

'What, none?'

'Yes, none except what I wore today.'

I asked him if he possibly left them in the other room. Miss 18 and I giggled (convulsed actually) our way to reception. We explained Mr Him's 'predicament.' 

I don't know who's plight they had sympathy for, mine, Mr Him's, Miss 18's, theirs or the general populace's but reception handed over a key to our last room with supersonic speed, and laughter. "You better check before the next people arrive and think they're a hotel giveaway. '

'They'd complain if they did ' I said.  ' they aren't exactly new'. I didn't add maybe not even clean. (Actually they were clean as our dirty clothes go in a laundry bag. )

We found the pile of clean boxer shorts neatly folded in a draw, handed back the key and wandered to restaurant to browse the menu, just to keep him in suspense a little longer. 

Then the lift beckoned. We squeezed ourselves in amongst 2 men, one lady and 2 lilos. One man decided it would be amusing to keep bopping us with the upright taller than us lilos.  

We told them of the boxershorts excursion  which led to one saying.  'How much fun can 5 people  have in a lift with two lilos and a husband's underwear. '

There are no videos.

Miss 18 and Sioux City

Dear reader , I'm not sure whether you have gathered but we are on our annual holidays.  Once again we are in the  Canary Islands.  This time as you would have gathered Miss 18 has joined us. Miss 18 has not featured in my posts but now she's 18 she's fair game as blogvictim.
This week we took miss 18 to a wild west replica town, yes in Spain.  We had the most amazing day at Sioux City. 
Our inevitable  video is below

Video of Sioux City 

This year we have come to  Gran Canaria. It's our first visit to this island. 






The Cartooning of Mr Him

Mr Him has mighty fine ideas. And sometimes he doesn't.  Tuesday night after a dry Rose wine and a chocolate mousse thingy he had an idea. It was a subjective idea.  One whereby you aren't quite sure whether it was fine or not, so you give it a sample.  Those who bought tickets to watch may well have thought it was fine.  After half the bottle of Rose Miss 18 thought it was hilarious.  

The idea was to have us caracacheuteured. That may well look like neutered, which I'm sure you'd think was a fine idea in Mr Him's case, but it's my word for turning us into cartoons.   I needed all the Rose Miss 18 could spare me to sample this idea I can tell you. 

Miss 18, full of the joy of Rose, hopped eagerly into the torture chair.  The light shone bright upon her emblems of independence and adulthood, her piercings, and her teeth.  As the artist picked up his equipment the crowds gathered.  A drummer rolled his drum of doom and suspense.  The result,  Miss 18 was immortalised alongside a piranha. Next Mr Him.  The stallholder next door realised his opportunity for enrichment.  Tickets were sold with mutterings of ears, bonus chin.  For 10 euro extra watch the forehead being formed. It was a success for all who gathered, especially the entrepreneurial stallholder next door.  (Don't worry, you have the video). Next my turn.  I sat all a nervous, not having had the benefit of a sufficient amount of Rose.  I dared not to smile and show my teeth, having seen what the artist had done to the other two.  A lady in the audience smiled encouragement to me like a mother to her child on stage.  She nodded and mouthed 'It's OK.'
Mr Him thinks the artist was kind to me.  Thank you Mr Him! 
  
Yes, here's the video

Enjoy.  I didn't.

Highdown Garden



Dear reader 

He did it again.  Mr Him,  the man living on the edge of taste.  Whilst last Friday was about all things Grease by Tuesday there was new eccentricity.  I had asked him to make scrambled eggs.  Simple you'd think.  Not much room for eccentricity.  Wrong!

Mr Him wandered the garden for inspiration. Not to the chicken coop where one would suppose scrambled egg inspiration would come.  No. He wandered to the flower borders. Here he gathered herbs of an 'interesting' kind, and I say herbs loosely.  He raided the  lavender, and added it to the eggs as he whisked.

It was another taste sensation too far. Believe me.  

Looking into cooking with lavender it seems there are varieties that lend themselves to culinary ventures.  I think our garden lavender didn't.  I asked my French friend,  the Nat Nav,  what she'd do with lavender.  If anyone would know about lavender in food it would be someone French.  She said, 'put it in a scent.'  'not eggs then! ' I replied. 

She laughed.

Talking of flower borders we visited Highdown Gardens recently with Mr Him's dad and stepmum.


And here are the pics, but first lunch, 


mushrooms in batter with mayo

or rather pudding.


mine

Mr Hims

Mr Him's dad.  Note the T shirt. I see where Mr Him gets 'it' from .

Stepmum's icecream









we tried to catch a dragonfly on film





former lime kiln

A very chalky area.  Think white cliffs of Dover.  They run all along the south coast.







Gorgeous colour of this old post box

Time for a cuppa.  Hey, we're English.  We like our afternoon tea.

The House that Would Not Blow Down

Dear reader, you may be wondering what Mr Him has been up to recently. Have things been quiet on the Mr Him front or so diabolically bad I ...