Monthly Archives: July 2012

Area 48, could that be a typo?


We recently received our new address details and were amused to find that we are moving to Area 48! visions of little green men started appearing and thoughts of the barren desert of Area 51 came to mind.  So if you fancy a visit and have a interest in aliens then we might be the perfect holiday destination for you!

No seriously, this is our new address and I have tried to get these new home cards out to all.  Please DO come and visit or at least send us a Christmas card so that we know we haven’t totally been forgotten.

Less than 30 days to go before that HK flight… we are desperate to leave now, the house is empty and actually quite depressing, plus all this saying goodbye is horrid!

On the plus side its 43 degrees right now in Cyprus, so we need to stay here in the cool and rain (had a splendid day at Legoland yesterday in the pouring rain… grr…) for a few more days and hope the heatwave passes before we head off to our Cyprus house.  Archie now fed up with playing shops with our charity shop stuff and is driving me to distraction asking why we dont have a DVD player to watch Cars on. He is desperate to be reunited with his Cyprus toys.   Poor Sophie will be housebound when she gets there.

The Wawns and Wildings are leaving, a farewell do!


Not just us, but our good friends Jen & Karl and and their son (my godson) are also moving from Harrow this summer to Uppingham School.

A farewell party was needed to mark our time at Harrow School. 

We needed some great food, a garden/house considerably larger than ours and lots of lovely friends and family to share it with.

Friends invited, location set, all we needed was for Ed to get to Smithfields at 4am pick up a pig and a lamb.  Then for our South African BBQ officianado neighbour and good friend Gerrie to agree to marinade and spit roast the damn things for us!

Not a small undertaking for an Englishman, but for Gerrie just a small braai.

As one impressed female guest commented ‘that bloke doing the BBQ is what you would call a real man’

When it rained, we came in and watched the tennis.   The kids ran around for hours on end and resembled street urchins.  We devoured 44lb worth of spit roast, 80 sausages and goodness knows how many burgers.   We found the Halloumi for the veggies in the fridge the next day!?

My grandmother in her 80’s seemed to be having a jolly time looking after Sophie and making her way through ‘her’ bottle of wine…

It was a brilliant day.  A bit teary.  A bit chaotic (behind the scenes!) but VERY memorable and (we think) fun was had by all.

A week of lasts…


With most of our Harrow School friends disappearing off on their Summer hols, this has been a week of lasts…

Last play at the Harrow School pitches with Alfie
(water fountains can provide hours of fun!)

Last play dates

Last sleepover with George

Last Harrow School mums baby group get together

Last night of term dinner for Ed, with last presents from boys (lets hope boys in Hong Kong are also keen to give gifts!)

Last suppers with friends

A lot of fun, but also very sad to be saying goodbye after all these years here on the hill, seems unreal…

Mooning her Maj…


With our leaving date fast approaching, I have suddenly come over all melancholic and felt the need to take Sophie on a London day out.

The one off exhibition taking place at the palace of the Queen’s favourite diamonds was something I fancied a look at and felt an urge to have a nose round the palace state rooms.  Moving can do strange things to a person.

So with Sophie strapped to me (no buggies allowed in the palace) we headed off for a lovely girly day, just the two of us.

S promptly fell asleep and was asleep for the next 2 hours.  I was chuffed to see the changing of the guard from inside the palace. 
She snored her way through the sparkly diamond collection but awoke for a roll around on the Queen’s lawn in the sun at the end of the tour. 

She wanted her nappy off and spent a good twenty minutes mooning the monarchy, blowing raspberries and behaving thoroughly in bad taste.  She knows how to act in the presence of royalty – good girl!

We then went for a mooch around Piccadilly to some of my old work haunts.  I walked her through Green Park to Laduree in Burlington Arcade for coffee & lovely yummy multi-coloured Macaron then on to Paxton & Whitfield Cheesemongers (royally appointed no less) in Jermyn St. to stock up on strange French cheeses I know we will miss desperately when in HK.

After the serenity of the day I arrived home to the usual toddler chaos.  Archie had put Ed through the wringer and Ed was doing an impressive stressed Eric impression. 
Gave Archie his present of 3 novelty soldier/beefeater/policemen lip balms from the palace shop (he’s a bit partial to a flavoured lip balm) he ran around the house screeching with excitement “mummy got me lipsticks from the palace” and proceeded to eat them (generously sharing with his friend Cassie from next door)

Such a memorable day, very girly (no football, cars or toddler tantrums) might have to fit in another London day out somewhere in the region of Marylebone High St. before we leave, watch this space… 

Car boot sales just aren’t what they used to be…


The true horror of the A1/Stanmore/Edgware car boot sale is something that will live with me  and no doubt our friends who experienced it with us, forever.

After a couple of false starts for the Wawn’s and the Wildings, firstly getting up at 6am & filling our cars with kids & lots of junk to find that it wasn’t on until the next day.  Getting up early the next day (car still full of junk) and then heading off to find that that particular car boot had closed down… had a giggling  fit on the motorway (mostly out of frustration)…..composed myself  – mainly cause I was scaring the children…….we then found another car boot, probably the most salubrious of all!

Paid the £12 (thieving swines) to enter and immediately felt an urge to turn round and run!

Thousands of junk hungry low lifes (sorry if I offend anyone!) followed our cars in and swarmed as soon as we stopped.  We managed to get some of our stuff out of the car but it was being grabbed/stolen and they were trying to climb in the car to pilfer more…

Think Will Smith in Iam Legend – terrifying!

I locked the poor kids in the car as I honestly had visions of them being nicked whilst my back was turned.  A fight broke out on the Wildings stall!

Anyway as the day progressed things calmed down, but we found many things were stolen.  No one had more than loose change to spend so the junk was sold for the price of junk… hey ho at least it’s not cluttering up the house or garage anymore.

So beware if you are planning a car boot sale. My advice is to head for the leafy slopes of The Chalfonts or the Yummy Mummy villages of Berkshire.   AND DON’T TAKE THE KIDS!