My son went through a phase of being utterly obsessed with dinosaurs. It actually helped a bit with his speech – once you’ve managed to pronounce pteranodon, ankylosaurus, brachiosaurus etc, you’re well on the way to being able to talk like a normal person.
For ages, my son’s favourite dinosaur was Tyrannosaurus Rex. He took him everywhere and sometimes slept with him. This creates a problem – toys that get left in random places are often toys that you can’t find. Although, my son is less attached to this one, particular, bit of molded plastic, it really bugged me that we couldn’t find it. It wasn’t in the cupboards. It wasn’t in the dinosaurs-and-other-creatures box. It wasn’t in the drawers in his bedroom and it wasn’t next to the bath.
I ended up finding it in a random bag of stuff somewhere in the living room. I was extremely pleased about this but I don’t think he was all that bothered.
The other day, my children were watching Mr Maker. If you’ve never seen it, it’s basically a dude who goes to various places and makes different crafty things within a one minute time limit (I think it is one minute). I am sure that he is delightful, and his job is my idea of hell, but it does mean that my son now wants to actually make the stuff featured.
We usually don’t have any of the stuff Mr Maker uses to make the things (brown paint? stick-on circles? ha, ha, ha) but some of the things can be made with a cardboard box, kitchen foil and pritt stick.
My husband ended up making this boat with my son and I think they were both really pleased with it.
The other day, I went to Kipferl for brunch with my husband. He ended up having sausages, pickles and sauerkraut while I had spinach dumplings. I’ve only been to Austria to ski (and to get to Bratislava from Vienna airport) but I think I would like Vienna a lot.
I think this is the first time I’ve noticed any posters about Europe in the shops. Perhaps it makes sense that the owners of Kipferl want Britain to remain in the EU.
I’ve noticed that all the cow parsley is out. I absolutely love this stuff – I was once in a garden centre, contemplating buying a pot and the husband of another woman there was horrified. “It’s a weed!” he said. “It grows on the sides of roads!”. She told me that he was a farmer and that explained it.
As with a lot of things, I think Kew Gardens did it best. This looks exquisite.
So I’ve finished the Chrysalids and Day of the Triffids. Although I remember reading the Chrysalids and loving it, I think there must have been a lot that I didn’t pick up on at the time – perhaps I was too young. I won’t go into detail because it is such a good book – if you like that sort of thing, you should definitely read it.
The Day of the Triffids was good but perhaps a bit more patchy than the Chrysalids. The beginning was fantastic but I found the ending far less interesting.
Yesterday, we went to Kew Gardens. I love it here, despite it being as far from my house as you can get while still being in London. It’s tidy, there’s no dogshit, there are no weeds. It’s brilliant.
One thing I love about it is it shows what a plant will look like when it’s really mature. Very few gardens are old enough that they show this.
Every now and then I think that it would be amazing to have a load of rhododendrons. However, they take a while to get really big.
One plant I noticed in particular was this cotoneaster. I tend to think of this as a supermarket plant (although I do have a couple) but this really was spectacular. It’s surprising how lovely an “ordinary” plant can be.
My daughter particularly liked hiding behind trees and going off path. It’s a good place to take kids, as long as the weather is nice.