Cheese.

When I leave for work in the evening, I usually have little knowledge of what my children get up to during those five hours. I may, in the morning, get a running commentary of a disagreement that took place, information on what daddy ate (usually their chocolate) and if gran and grandpa were in charge how they were not allowed to have any music on at bedtime.

When I arrived home last night, however, I found an urgent note from my eight year old.

Very Urgent Letter

So what went on last night?

 It was raining heavily as I left and my children must have decided to watch Channel 4's Supersize Vs Superskinny.  A programme in which one very overweight and one severely underweight person swap diets in an attempt to change the way they view food and eating. 

You can imagine my panic after reading this letter. My daughter loves cheese and is a healthy 8 year old.

So this morning, before school, I explained to her the importance of cheese and how it is good for your bones. 

Not totally convinced, I decided to take things further. Who would an eight year old truly believe that, indeed cheese is good for you?

The presenter, Dr Christian?

   and the reassuring reply?

So now you know ladies!

slippers

It's sad but true, all I wanted for Christmas this year were slippers.  I must be getting old because previously I was content to wander about in my bare feet or if pushed, at least a pair of flip flops when using a dodgy campsite shower, anything to keep other people's foot infestations at bay.

 

 I knew I was getting old when I recently visited the Ulster Museum in Belfast and there they were, slippers the same as mine from the 70's.  Pink of course, very fluffy with a substantial rubber sole, designed to be passed down to siblings and of course not forgetting the probably very flammable upper. They don't make slippers like that anymore. 

  

Uggs, love them or hate them.  They're warm but provide no support at all.  FACT, they are slippers and I have it from the horses mouth, Kiwi's do NOT wear them outside!   

Hand on heart, I do not wear slippers outside unless making a quick dash to the washing line and on the one occasion I ventured out wearing a beloved pair of Tinkerbell slippers, it all ended in a bit of an adventure.

My daughter had been complaining of a sore ear and I was sent out on a late night mission to find some Calpol.  I didn't change into my shoes, I just wanted to resolve the problem and get the earache to go away.  I'd only got to the bottom the road and there it was, a crashed car in the middle of the roundabout, sitting precariously under the arm of a digger and with the driver still sitting in the front seat.  I abandoned my car in a safe position, opened the car door and stepped out into brown sludge. Sludge and slippers do not mix. The roundabout was being landscaped and effectively a building site.  Between strides and falls I eventually reached the casualty.  Not only had she just experienced a traumatic event she was now faced with a rescuer who resembled a mud wrestler.    

I  gave my witness statement to the PSNI (local police) whilst trying to stand upright, my delicate slippers now  resembled two old orthopaedic brown shoes. Needless to say my poor little slippers that night were sent to slipper heaven and I survived the next year wearing a complimentary pair from a posh hotel.  

So meet my new slippers, bought to me for Christmas.  A winter pair and a summer pair chosen by my children.

Winter Slippers

Summer Slippers

 

               P.S. My name is Lyn and I own a pair of Uggs, my husband detests them.