Addicted
Well, I pondered and decided that I will keep blogging, guess I can't do without the interaction. Daughter has promised me that she will not read my blog, and I am choosing to believe her!!!! I can't begin to think that curiosity will not get the better of her, especially since she reads her Aunts and Uncles blogs and is very interested in how all the 20six babies are doing as they are all around the same age as Jack.
My skip is full, and my knees are bruised. (To get into our loft you have to lever yourself up about three feet from the top of the ladder and through the hatch, landing on your knees.) The loft is now the tidiest area of my house, all the boxes are organised into categories and labelled and all the c**p has been thrown out, well most of it, unless it is of a sentimental nature and then it can't go. I came across my diaries from when I was pregnant with my babies and spent ages remembering things that the 'rosy glow' of Motherhood had banished to the deep recesses of my cluttered mind. The comments I jotted down following two of the births had me mentally crossing my legs in sympathy and wondering why, after the first, I carried on procreating. They were worth it though, hardly any lasting scars.
My dining room is now an empty shell, except for the boxes awaiting a car boot sale, and Hubby is looking increasingly like a cornered animal knowing that it's time is up. His pleading looks whenever I show him a colour chart will get him no where, his announcement that his hammer drill was deceased mearly sent me scuttling off to buy him a new one, I am showing no mercy.
Now I have a request. Does anyone remember Kunzel Cakes? When I was little they were a special treat. Fancy little chocolate cakes filled with some extremely sweet fondant type confection. I can't get them out of my mind, if they are still manufactured please let me know. It's really weird, I keep having these cravings, Kunzel Cakes is one and Jelly Babies are the other. Perhaps I'm coming out in sympathy with pregnant eldest daughter. More on her when Baby Bean is certain s/he wants to join our family, little bit early still, counting eggs and all that.
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(12.10.04 17:21) Sounds like you know how to streamline. Sure you don't want to come down to London and tackle my piles of hoarded c**p. Never heard of Kunzel cakes (only been in the uk since 90's so they probably passed me by). |
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(12.10.04 18:11) I'm a whizz at the initial organisation, but it all falls to the wayside after that! The trouble with me sorting your c**p would be that to me it would be treasure and I wouldn't chuck it, just hoard it at my place! |
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(12.10.04 23:46) My dad might be bringing bits of the family archive over for me to scan. I love going through it and I worry that every piece of junk I might throw out could be a great-great-grandchild's delight in a few dozen's years time. Him Indoors mocks me but he has kept the train ticket of our first outing together so we don't stand a chance of ever living a clutter free lifestyle. |
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(14.10.04 21:26) I have never heard of kunzel cakes and I feel that I should have! I have done a google search and find that other people know about Kunzel cakes. Therefore you haven't made them up which is what I suspected at first. Why don't I remember them? Is this some delicacy I was denied as a child? |
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(16.10.04 12:02) Matilda - I hate to admit this but.... they may been before your time, either that or, as the first born, I got all the special treats and you, my little sister, had to make do with the left overs. If I ever find them I shall make sure that you are invited to the first ever Kunzel Cake revival meeting. |
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(7.5.05 11:22) Yes, I used to love Kunzel's Cakes. We used to buy them at Dyson's - a grocer on the corner of Cleasby Road with Main Street. |