Idols

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Thing 1 has a room full of polaroid style photos with snapshots of friends, family, pets, more friends, cousins, parties, selfies.  She’s surrounded in that room by people (and animals) who love her.  Thing 4 has enough cuddly toys to stock the entire ground floor of Hamleys.  Thing 3 has nothing on his wall, though that could be something to do with my previous screeching for the application of sellotape/blu-tack to the paintwork.   Thing 2, on the other hand, has a pin board (a mad moment of DIY generosity), see snapshot above, which features only rugby heroes (please don’t ask me to name them).  I was wondering if the contrasts had some deeper meaning, about boys and girls and idols and heroes and manifestations of love etc.  But then I recalled that as a teenager, I had pin-ups ; George Michael and Princess Diana mostly – but also a few of Boy George about whom I held not entirely positive feelings, but the cool kid in my class (Karen) loved him and so I thought she might like me more if I had a poster of him in my bedroom.  Maybe there’s a girl in Thing 2’s class who is passionate about rugby personalities? Remind me to ask him later!

Eco-warrior

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Hurrah!!  Monday.   Bin day.  Back to the regular schedule after the festive period when I read and re-read the ‘Waste Services’ leaflet on a daily basis in the vain hope that reading would miraculously make the waste lorry appear and take away all of my carefully sorted rubbish.  As requested, I methodically separated the Christmas wrapping paper into distinct piles: paper with foil and glitter, plain paper and brown paper, not to mention the cardboard box folding, glass bottle/jar sorting and compartmentalising the food tins from the drinks cans.  We are a conscientiously environmentally friendly household, you see.  Indeed, as well as recycling, the laundry is put on the 30 degree cycle.  But there are problems associated with that eco-friendly, cost efficient system, namely that it has little effect during the rugby season (Thing 2 pictured above yesterday).  I have visions of a conversation taking place at rugby club bar many moons ago, over a few pints of Heineken:

“Club colours, Jeff, John, Ian? What do you think?”

“Green…and white?” (Looking straight at beer bottle).

“Good news.  Striped top and white shorts. Job done. Another round, chaps?”

White shorts. Honestly. Eco Warrior will surface another day.