Monthly Archives: January 2014

Energy drinks

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On Monday I checked on the world via various social media sites and sipped a cup of tea with Big Welsh whilst listening to Radio 5Live as we do in the kitchen, of a morning. They would shortly be discussing energy drinks. BOOM!! Did I have a story to tell! They duly phoned me and there I was chatting with Nicky Campbell, him all jolly and me all croaky!

During the conversation I discussed my love of Lucozade and its childhood associations, Mook and her blue energy drink, I listened to other contributors and then we had a natter about coffee. Of course I had something to say I’m rather partial to my coffee!!

As a child visiting my Grandmother I always asked for some of her orange recovery drink in a tiny cup and thought nothing of it. Granny always said we could only have a small amount as it was a grown up drink. I thought nothing of that comment either!

Years later my husband berated me for drinking heaps of my favourite recovery drink, I’d drink it like pop, he’s the one who is very good with his diet and exercise, I’m not. I get intake and output muddled, plus I’m lazy! Fast forward a number of years, we had children and fed & watered them sensibly. I’m a keen cook and love experimenting with food having been taught to cook by both of my grandmothers and dabbling in home economics at school. I blended, mushed, puréed and subsequently relaxed when a friend of my father’s suggested Loop could eat garlic bread if she can eat bread. A revelation!!

Hurtle forward many more years and Big Welsh decided to take Loops & Mook skiing whilst he had some holiday to take before the end of the year, I was bang in the middle of my 7 days and Laree was Mary in the Nativity. Adding everything up and knowing I wasn’t working between Christmas and NYE we agreed it would be a nice break for them to go skiing and have some time together whilst I worked, watched the Nativity and got everything ready for Christmas.

I would get regular texts and phone calls about which piste they’d been down, how long it took, where they had lunch, who sat with who on the 2-man – well you get the picture!! One text that stood out was along the lines of “Mook bought herself a blue energy drink from a vending machine at the pool and is mental”. Now I know my girls are pretty bonkers and boisterous but this sounded something totally different!!

Sure enough she was mental and the next day she had a massive headache, she was apparently very subdued; what a surprise! As a result of that behaviour we wouldn’t be buying energy drinks again.

After a visit to the opticians one day Mook ran ahead to our local Nero and asked for a huge cappuccino, extra shot, extra hot with cinnamon on top. The friendly barista looked at her and said really? She said yes it’s for my mummy, for Nellie. Oh ok they said! When I walked in we had a giggle! I have to admit I was mighty impressed that a child had been questioned about her caffeine order.

Now I don’t profess to be a parenting expert or guru (blimey I was berated enough for breastfeeding and cloth nappies) so I tend to take parenting advice with a pinch of salt as every child is different, every family has their own quirks and it’s not always general advice is best advice. However the choices I have made for my family are based on experience and understanding.

I’m not saying energy drinks are a banned substance in our house, I’ll often have a glass of Lucozade when I’m feeling poorly, what I am saying is “no girls I’m not buying them”, there’s water in the tap, a juicer and some fruit, lemon barley water, teas of many descriptions and milk. That’s enough to be getting on with surely?

It’s my understanding that energy drinks aren’t targeted at under 16s yet I know and see plenty of under 16s drinking them. In vending machines there’s a selection of energy drinks – I’ve yet to see a vending machine ask a customer if a drink is age appropriate!

If we’re not going to buy energy drinks then doesn’t that say something? We’ve thought about it and decided no, we don’t want to buy energy drinks. Our choice, an informed choice we’ve made for our family.

You can listen in here if you’d like to hear the full discussion click this link and I’m on at around 43 minutes or so.

Warm welcome for a cold caller

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Some time ago I was having lunch with friends and the conversation turned to cold callers fixing computers remotely! Lesley had said hers was actually broken and she had booked an appointment to have it looked at so was most surprised to get a call about it. Needless to say she didn’t fall for the scam but we did have a laugh at some of the daft things they say.

A few days later my house phone rang, with an international number and I answered it hoping it would be family or friends overseas. No. It was a woman telling me my computer was broken.

Without further ado I quickly started recording the conversation, you can listen to it here http://youtu.be/6VuwYiWxtR8.

I hope you enjoy it! There’s plenty more I’ve got to upload!!

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Little and loud

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I’m loving this new speakery gadget rather a lot! How simple is that? It looks like a Thermos lid and booms out music on my phone. I have to admit I feel a bit like my Granny must have felt when she bought a high performance car! “I’ve no idea what this button does” she used to say as she overtook on the brow of a hill near a blind corner …..

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Reassurance at Royal Berks

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The title sounds like a chapter from the mini series that I’m making up in my mind! In reality ‘Reassurance at Royal Berks’ is what we had when Big Welsh went to A&E with a frightful headache and concerns following his recent heart operation. By recent I mean Wednesday. Yes, Wednesday. The ink was only just dry on his discharge notes!

A&E is never a great place to be but 3 or so hours after he’d been seen, triaged, assessed, ECG, bloods, blood pressure and given a complete check through he was given advice and discharged. Free to go. Home.

It wasn’t how we planned to spend our Saturday afternoon, but in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t too bad.

School run – a positive experience

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Today we left 4 minutes later than my planned departure time. I had to go from mine drop 2 of my 3 by their school, loop back down to near home to pick up a friend’s 2 boys and then drive them and Laree to school.

Done! All by 0840.

I didn’t have to drive them but it’s a bit of a big week with Loops having mock GCSEs, Mook’s 13th birthday today and Big Welsh going to hospital today for a heart op so I did.

Aren’t they the lucky ones!

Yes they are! Thanks to my fabulous music taste we had some uplifting and cheery music in the shape of Mr Blue Sky by my favourites ELO and then uplifting of all uplifters DO RE MI. Ray, a drop of golden sun!! We had sun! Both in my car and in the sky!

You can’t beat the sound of music!

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Happy birthday David Bowie, Elvis, Shirley Bassey and Mook who is 13 today.

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There’s words that make me wince, like paper cut. It’s because it does just that – the paper cuts, the paper cut smarts and it’s a shock. I think you know the wince look!

When I meet people for the first time and they ask how many children I have I can almost guarantee their “look” when I say I have 3 girls. Why do they look at me like that? You know the “look” I mean! The shock / horror / pitying look! Followed by the “poor you, wait until they’re teens”. Oh hahaha.

My eldest is already a teen, we’re well versed in teenagers, the middle one is going to be a teen tomorrow, which leaves us with 4 years until the youngest one becomes a teen, by which time my eldest will be 20 and therefore no longer a teen.

I don’t feel “poor me” because my…

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There’s words that make me wince, like paper cut. It’s because it does just that – the paper cuts, the paper cut smarts and it’s a shock. I think you know the wince look!

When I meet people for the first time and they ask how many children I have I can almost guarantee their “look” when I say I have 3 girls. Why do they look at me like that? You know the “look” I mean! The shock / horror / pitying look! Followed by the “poor you, wait until they’re teens”. Oh hahaha.

My eldest is already a teen, we’re well versed in teenagers, the middle one is going to be a teen tomorrow, which leaves us with 4 years until the youngest one becomes a teen, by which time my eldest will be 20 and therefore no longer a teen.

I don’t feel “poor me” because my children are growing up, I feel “poor” at times because they’re expensive to run but in actual fact I feel enriched by my 3. They are lovely, they drive me mad, they make me laugh, they hang around me just ‘hanging around’, they try and teach me about their music, they are amazed when I know the words of songs, they leave their stuff all over the place, they take over my dressing table, they hug me, they stamp their feet, they eat everything, they grow out of clothes and shoes in the blink of an eye, they help me cook – they don’t help me clear up.

Please don’t give me the look of pity because I’ve got 3 girls, instead congratulate them on being individuals who are gorgeous, interesting, sociable, humorous and inquisitive. Of course they’ve inherited all that from me!!

Why do people say daft things?