Tell us Something Really Trivial about your Life (VOL 30)
Discussion
I'm having "One of those days" today, getting nowhere fast!!! 
king job is going right now!!!! 
DickyC said:
nonsequitur said:
glenrobbo said:
I hope they name the baby "Dave". 
After the TV channel?(Australians have suggested Sydney, because........)
If it's a girl they are going to name her Sigourney after the actress. If it's a boy they are going to name him Rodney after Dave.
nonsequitur said:
My all time favourite is when Tony and Cherie Blair were expecting a baby and the rumour was, if a boy he was to be named ' Lionel '.
Yes, I have also long been a fan of Mr.Ritchie* and the Communards. 
"All night long...."And "We're Gonna Have a Party" ( New Labour Version ).
What a Guy!
If it was a girl, were they going to name her "Project Witch"?
* Didn't he also direct that film:
Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Snatches"?
glenrobbo said:
nonsequitur said:
My all time favourite is when Tony and Cherie Blair were expecting a baby and the rumour was, if a boy he was to be named ' Lionel '.
Yes, I have also long been a fan of Mr.Ritchie* and the Communards. "All night long...."And "We're Gonna Have a Party" ( New Labour Version ).
What a Guy!
If it was a girl, were they going to name her "Project Witch"?
* Didn't he also direct that film:
Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Snatches"?
glenrobbo said:
Bobberoo99 said:
Isn't that one of your "Specialist" movies you rent out to unsuspecting newcomers???
Do you mean "Big Discount Specialist Movies"?I decided it wasn't worth the effort.
I was always far too tied up to deal with the more difficult and demanding clients.
nonsequitur said:
There is a waiting list for membership of that club. I resigned some time ago.
Are you one of them "silver surfer" types?? 
ION I'm finally home, on that homeward journey I made a stop and picked up an important item required for Friday's shenanigans, TICKETS I HAVE MY TICKETS!!!!!
And before any of you lot say it yes I'm aware I booked for the wrong station, luckily I would have to change at Oxford main station to get to Oxford parkway!!!!
Bobberoo99 said:
nonsequitur said:
There is a waiting list for membership of that club. I resigned some time ago.
Are you one of them "silver surfer" types?? 
nonsequitur said:
Bobberoo99 said:
nonsequitur said:
There is a waiting list for membership of that club. I resigned some time ago.
Are you one of them "silver surfer" types?? I've never been surfing, but I've had quite a few wipeouts!
I gave up with my list eventually, it was much too daunting for me at my age.
I decided to just wing it instead:
With Mrs. Robbo out of the way ( covering at work for somebody who is off sick ), :I loaded my laundry into the washing machine to be going on with whilst I had my breakfast, then I got my ladders out to sort out the storm damage on my carport roof, and fitted a new 2.4 metre clamping strip to hold down the polycarbonate twin wall panels that had been flailing about when Storm Callum passed over. Added quite a few more securing screws and penny washers.
They should hold the buggers! Should be good now for the next big blow.
Whilst I had the ladders out, I did similar on the conservatory roof and cleaned out the gutters.
Hung out the washing to dry in the stiff breeze.
AEG'd the downstairs rooms ( we haven't got a Hoover ) and dusted throughout for extra Brownie points
Went to the shops for milk & a few bits & bobs during the lull in traffic. Bought a nice sirloin steak for tomorrow's dinner. Came home, put shopping away. Had a cup of tea.
I was just cleaning the bathroom when No 2 daughter arrived with Robbopoppetlet and Big George. I was required for babysitting duties whilst she went to get her hair done.
( Little does she know that as soon as she's
gone, I delegate and put Robbopoppetlet in charge ( after all, she's the sensible one! )
Big George soon fell asleep ( I have that effect on people ) so it was decided we would do some baking whilst he was having a nap.
Victoria Sponge with Strawberries and fresh cream. NOM! ( Cheque is in the post, Peri )
With hands duly washed, she proceded to measure out the ingredients on the scales, mix the butter & sugar, crack the eggs and help me get all the bits of eggshell out of the bowl, beat the eggs and add them to the mixture and then gradually mix in the flour.
There was surprisingly little collateral damage and most of the fallout stayed within the containment zone. This girl is getting really good!
Cake tins greased and mixture divided equally, they were popped into the oven ( I do still have some use! ), we then started the cleanup.
Hardly any flour at all was trodden through into the hall or lounge, and certainly no washing up water was splashed all over the kitchen floor.
Well, maybe just a teeny tiny bit! 
We baked the cakes until the oven went beep beep, then I took them out to cool down.
Perfectly cooked! I just don't know how she does it! Pretty good for a 3 yr old.
By this time Big George was waking up and needing a pitstop: change of wet nappy and then a bottle.
He necked that in short order and then kept himself amused by trying to pull out great tranches of his sister's hair as she was leaning over him.
He has a ferocious grasp and a grip of steel!
Robbopops to the rescue! He's got a hard job to get hold of my hair like that.
Then Grandma came home to do the cootchy-koos and stuff whilst we got back to finishing the cake: lovely sticky strawberry jam was spread on one half, then the cream was poured into the bowl for whisking.
Note: When operating an electric whisk, it is important to keep it in the bowl whilst the blades are spinning at max rpm, otherwise all of the previous cleaning up was just a waste of time. Try it for yourself and you'll find out what I mean.
So the nice thick cream was blobbed on top of the jam, then the other half of the cake squidged nicely on top, then decorated with strawberry halves with a final dredging of icing sugar.
I didn't take long to get all the cream out of our hair, our faces, our clothes and off the walls. No siree!
And the final result? A Bake-Off winner! Hooray!!!
The washing was dry by now, so we got that off the line and folded it up nicely, then it was time for a story before Mummy came back from the hairdressers looking even lovelier than usual.
I shall have to get back to my list tomorrow if I get a bit of time to spare!
The cake is delicious, but you'll have to be quick if you want some because there's only 3 slices left!
How's that on the Trivometer?
I gave up with my list eventually, it was much too daunting for me at my age.
I decided to just wing it instead:
With Mrs. Robbo out of the way ( covering at work for somebody who is off sick ), :I loaded my laundry into the washing machine to be going on with whilst I had my breakfast, then I got my ladders out to sort out the storm damage on my carport roof, and fitted a new 2.4 metre clamping strip to hold down the polycarbonate twin wall panels that had been flailing about when Storm Callum passed over. Added quite a few more securing screws and penny washers.
They should hold the buggers! Should be good now for the next big blow.
Whilst I had the ladders out, I did similar on the conservatory roof and cleaned out the gutters.
Hung out the washing to dry in the stiff breeze.
AEG'd the downstairs rooms ( we haven't got a Hoover ) and dusted throughout for extra Brownie points
Went to the shops for milk & a few bits & bobs during the lull in traffic. Bought a nice sirloin steak for tomorrow's dinner. Came home, put shopping away. Had a cup of tea.
I was just cleaning the bathroom when No 2 daughter arrived with Robbopoppetlet and Big George. I was required for babysitting duties whilst she went to get her hair done.
( Little does she know that as soon as she's
gone, I delegate and put Robbopoppetlet in charge ( after all, she's the sensible one! )
Big George soon fell asleep ( I have that effect on people ) so it was decided we would do some baking whilst he was having a nap.
Victoria Sponge with Strawberries and fresh cream. NOM! ( Cheque is in the post, Peri
) With hands duly washed, she proceded to measure out the ingredients on the scales, mix the butter & sugar, crack the eggs and help me get all the bits of eggshell out of the bowl, beat the eggs and add them to the mixture and then gradually mix in the flour.
There was surprisingly little collateral damage and most of the fallout stayed within the containment zone. This girl is getting really good!
Cake tins greased and mixture divided equally, they were popped into the oven ( I do still have some use! ), we then started the cleanup.
Hardly any flour at all was trodden through into the hall or lounge, and certainly no washing up water was splashed all over the kitchen floor.
Well, maybe just a teeny tiny bit! We baked the cakes until the oven went beep beep, then I took them out to cool down.
Perfectly cooked! I just don't know how she does it! Pretty good for a 3 yr old.
By this time Big George was waking up and needing a pitstop: change of wet nappy and then a bottle.
He necked that in short order and then kept himself amused by trying to pull out great tranches of his sister's hair as she was leaning over him.
He has a ferocious grasp and a grip of steel!
Robbopops to the rescue! He's got a hard job to get hold of my hair like that.
Then Grandma came home to do the cootchy-koos and stuff whilst we got back to finishing the cake: lovely sticky strawberry jam was spread on one half, then the cream was poured into the bowl for whisking.
Note: When operating an electric whisk, it is important to keep it in the bowl whilst the blades are spinning at max rpm, otherwise all of the previous cleaning up was just a waste of time.
Try it for yourself and you'll find out what I mean. So the nice thick cream was blobbed on top of the jam, then the other half of the cake squidged nicely on top, then decorated with strawberry halves with a final dredging of icing sugar.
I didn't take long to get all the cream out of our hair, our faces, our clothes and off the walls. No siree!
And the final result? A Bake-Off winner! Hooray!!!
The washing was dry by now, so we got that off the line and folded it up nicely, then it was time for a story before Mummy came back from the hairdressers looking even lovelier than usual.
I shall have to get back to my list tomorrow if I get a bit of time to spare!
The cake is delicious, but you'll have to be quick if you want some because there's only 3 slices left!
How's that on the Trivometer?
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