Holiday tribulations

I like DD's day.

A reminder of the disgusting blue gunk might persuade her to take better care of them this time – or not.

What's wro ng with the sweet little train up Snowdon?

Could you see anything from the top? Lovely if you get a clear day.

Sorry about brace.

It was a trip to Snowdonia National Park that had DS2 having his first of many appointments to the orthodontist when he was 7,he and his brother had gone on their BMX bikes to the bike park and him being the more adventurist of the two rode over a hill which unknown to him had a shear drop the other side,hence front teeth knocked out and bottom and top lip split,after packing up the cottage we had to drive him back to Wirral as the nearest emergency dept was the same distance from home,he underwent a few years of corrective dentistry and is now the proud owner of the most amazing Donny Osmond smile.

bags on a slightly differant note how did your stew turn out ? was your mum impressed with hers ?

We walked the last bit in cloud which kindly took itself off for us while we drank hot chocolate at the top. My niece, who works in the Lake District, and spends every spare moment galloping up mountains, said she had chosen the best day weatherwise. She was right.

The stew was a great success, though it was such a huge amount it had hardly thawed on the eight hour journey down! My sister's OH hacked it into chunks to speed up the warming through process. Told mum there was nothing poisonous in hers and she was happy. My aunt supplied baby new potatoes to eat with it as well as the rice I'd taken.

DD produced a sausages in apple juice stew for another day. A niece made trayload after trayload of superbly good pizzas (special one for gran included). The other four main meals were put together by my sister-in-law in her own inimitable Kentucky style. She's a teacher by profession but her hobby is cooking slap up meals for hordes of relatives. She has plenty of practice as her own family reunions are twice as big as ours (in the end, my stew fed twenty-five people, and there was a bit left over for someone's lunch next day).

I earned a gold medal for my scones into which I chucked some sour cream and a couple of duck eggs provided by my cousin from her own ducks. We ate the scones with whipped cream and jam. My little GS (nearly three) was given a half at a time but kept saying "I want anudder wun of doze, (p)lease". He carried on until he rolled over. So funny!

Aww! Sweet! (little feller that is!)

Sounds like my younger GS. He can eat for England. (Not fat though!)

Bags, DGS1's bite-corrective braces went missing so DD had to fork out for new ones. They turned up three months later. Their Jack Russell had buried them in the veg patch!