Give me a chance

I know, I know.  I'm meant to blog all  the time but you can see from the blog that my life is mental. 

Today I am going to see a film that a friend made with a mate of his.  It's called 'A Barbershop History of Bray' and whilst I'm dead excited for them all I can think about is the Priest I have to make!

Yeah!  A Priest.  In his blacks?  Civvies?  Dunno, just glad he's not in the robes.  Thing is, it's for a 14" cake which is only huge.  This huge came means our motorbike, priest and dogs (shite, had forgotten them until I typed it down) all have to be a decent size too.  I have to make a 10" priest.  Shudder.  The girl who asked me to help out rang me today to say: "so, we'll pick them up tomorrow' whereupon I had a near death experience in the car (where I was dossing, eating chocolate, reading heat and, officially, waiting for the lads to finish school).  Cake due on Sunday so we have until Friday.

Came home to find the tortoise pacing her territory like the polar bears used to do in Dublin Zoo.  Very distressing to watch.  Was going to take her out and set her lose in the garden but Billy was around and he keeps trying to bury her in his grass patch.  Jesus, no wonder she's stressed.  

No. 3 just keeps asking when is it going to be four o'clock, when is it going to be four o'clock?  Only to leg it at 3.59pm and miss his cartoon all together.  We had a bonding thing today where we made ice pops.  A tin of crushed pineapple, a tin of coconut milk, 3oz of caster sugar and the juice of the biggest lime you can find gives you delicious tropical, mon, ice pops.  

Shame only me and no. 1 like them.  We've eaten four.  Each.

Missus C. is late so I can breathe.  Mind you, she's always late so I don't know why I was freakin' myself out.  

Birthdays

We've had a lot of birthdays here lately.  One of which belonged to #3.  Now, in this house, when it's a birthday we make a big deal out of it.  Lots of balloons etc.

A couple of days after #3's birthday the weather was fab so I thought it would be good to let Max wander around the garden.  But, so as not to lose her, I tied and taped a couple of helium balloons to her back.  Off she went, slowly plodding around the garden, eating weeds and being visible.  Thanks to the balloons.  She can wriggle herself into all sorts of holes and the like so the balloons made it easier to see her.

I went off and did the school run and when I came back I was having a cup of tea in the garden.  No balloons.  Wandered into house, still no balloons hovering at hip height to show me where the bloody tortoise was.

Back out to the garden where we, all 5 of us, stood staring at the sky waiting for Max to go bobbing past gently.  Think 'Up'.

Obviously, she didn't fly away but instead got herself wedged under the barbecue thus nudging balloons off her shell but wouldn't it have been cool to see a tortoise fly across the sky?