Ow!

Poor T. The first day of the holidays, and she drops a large piece of plastic piping on her foot, and spectacularly explodes her big toe. It's the kind of injury which makes me want to hop and yelp "fnkf...knkf....fnkf..." each time I glance at it.

I went to the Chemists to get some Dettol this morning for a nice foot-bath and the assistant laughed "you know, you're the second person to come in today and ask for it.I shall have to google it". They do not have it here. When she asked what it was for (antiseptic; the smell; the fact that Mother used it), she said "That's exactly what the last person said too". It must be an English thing, like Branston. Though admittedly slightly less messy when applied to feet.

Bridgjo bought our first barbie this weekend. Technically, it is the second, as the first one was off FreeCycle, and is just large enough for one small chop.

I went and bought a couple of steaks today. The T-Bones were "just over a 1lb". Isn't that about the definition of a roast??

T's holiday is up for the following activities: ice-skating, Bollywood dancing, piano, tennis. We decided against the Mandarin Chinese course, as we thought it might be Too Much.

The au-pair was telling us about being at a night-club the other night with one of the other teachers. As they were dancing, a girl stood on L's foot,and made her cry out with pain. Except that in French, they don't say "Ow", they say "Eye!" (approximately). They thought she was being friendly, shouted "Hi!" back, and whipped her off for a dance. C had to rescue her after the second dance.