Rudders at Home

Sometimes it’s about killing rabbids.

I hosted a girl’s night in this weekend, with Mexican food and loads of home made ice cream. I think we all had a bit of a blast, but the surprise highlight of the evening was playing on the Wii.

This is what happens when your camera finds it’s way into someone else’s hands. Personally, the laughter in the background by the person filming is really the best part. Apart from the fact that it’s obvious we don’t know what we’re doing!

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6hUQAPuR3hg

Sorry things are a bit sideways – I found this video of us playing Rayman’s Raving Rabbids on my camera the next day. I couldn’t delete it, just immediately put it on YouTube to share with everyone! I’ll share more pictures from the evening later on!

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The other day I was in the grocery store, moaning about the fact that I couldn’t get Karo Syrup in this country. Well, not moaning, really, but I did say aloud (quite loudly) to Paul, “You just don’t get it here. It’s something I’ve just come to accept,” and I picked up a tin of Golden Syrup.

I said it a little too loudly. As soon as it came out of my mouth, I caught the eye of an older gentleman who was walking down the aisle behind me, and he asks me, “What? What’s wrong with our country?” I must add here that he did have a mischievous smile on his face, but I was suitably chastened. I very quickly said, “Nothing at all!” He smiled again and then went on to seriously ask me what I was looking for. When I said I was looking for corn syrup, he simply said, oh, and then shrugged his shoulders a bit, smiled kindly and went about his business without another word. And left me there.

I’m not sure whether I should be embarrassed because I was speaking to loudly, or feel vindicated, because I did know what I was talking about. I think I’ll take vindicated, but next time I’ll remember to use my indoor voice at Sainsbury’s. Oh wait, I don’t have an indoor voice… Outdoor voice it is then!

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Even after my valiant attempt at compromise, Paul was still begging me for a rhubarb crumble. I decided I couldn’t take it any more, so I gave in and made him a rhubarb crumble. I have to say I think he enjoyed it. Although, apparently it wasn’t quite good enough. He tells me that it lacked crumble.

However, I’m not sure how he could tell with all that cream.

I’m not sure he’ll be getting another one.

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…but not for good.  I’m officially headed home for three weeks in September. The tickets are bought, and the real planning now begins.  Although, I am less than impressed, because, as we all know, this holiday to my hometown is shockingly not all about me. This is why I’m taking things into my own hands. As Paul and my father high tail it off to Canada, my mother and I will be headed out and about as well.

I plan on introducing my mother to the idea of sun loungers and drinks by the pool. And maybe we’ll see something like this as well:

I just need to make up my mind where we should go on this girls’ holiday.

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