Thursday, 28 July 2011

Fancy Family Visits



Greetings from the depths of Fancy’s Summer Holiday. Notice I called it, “Fancy’s Summer Holiday.” NOT “A Fancy Summer Holiday.” There is a difference. Fancy it ain’t.

Oh I know, it’s always good to get away. But after a wonderful weekend with Nanny #1 on full duty, me enjoying a beer in the sunshine and fine dining in the evening, the woman had the gall to get on a train and leave me.

I know. Turns out Nannies are entitled to vacation time. Yes, I agree. It’s highly unfortunate.

However, since she was kind enough to coordinate her holiday with mine and allow me to pay for her way to and from the Continent in exchange for help on the plane and one small weekend in a hotel (for which she receives well-deserved extra holiday pay), I will forgive her.

Now I’ve got the Minis at their grandparents. Oh, H? Ha. “Urgent meetings” in other places. But it’s not really so bad. My in-laws are lovely people. And my days are literally chock full of excitement and adventure. I mean, between choking down plates of boiled beef and potatoes at lunch, meeting my mother-in-law’s hairdresser (“So you, YOU are the party responsible for this, THIS stiff, unmoving creature!” my insides seethed. ) and clawing my way through mountains of dried flowers and sea glass to the one lone toilet in their apartment, I can’t really see how an African safari or a trip to the moon could be more appealing.

So there you have it. Family ain’t Fancy. But it’s still family and its precious memories in the making. The Minis don’t get enough time with any of their grandparents as it is. And who knows how many more years we have of The Princess and Tough Cookie drawing on their grandfather with ink pens while he takes one of his 7 daily naps. Or how much longer their grandmother will have the strength to watch them crumble croissants all over her several thousand Turkish rugs. (Ok seriously, I feel like I should be on the Hookah all day. There is even one serving as a TV cover. No joke. That picture could literally be their living room. Don't ask me. I haven't a clue.)

The message? Blood sausage at breakfast be damned, I’m going to make this trip count if it almost kills me.

Which frankly, it might. 

25 comments:

  1. Oh at the in laws! Is have fun? a good comment, maybe you should team up with Kellogsville who is also braving it!

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  2. Oh forgot to say dont forget new blog hop on my website next Thurs! :)

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  3. mmmm.... blood sausage for breakfast. yum??

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  4. Old people are so weird. You should say that to them.

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  5. I can't relate here because my in-laws are the most amazing people ever. I actually get along with them better than my own family most of the time!

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  6. I sniggered all through that.... you had me at the drawing on grandpa bit...

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  7. Oh - the turkish rug comment made my day. Good luck!

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  8. Ah delighted to hear you enjoying the delights of your Fancy life. I feel so much better now ;)

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  9. Doilies or plastic on the couch? I need to know these things.

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  10. Seriously. What do you think? No plastic but I'm resting my coffee on a doily right now...

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  11. you are WELCOME. Pray for me...I want some of that wine your parents made. (awesome story by the way)

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  12. I almost choked on my tongue when I got in the car last night and realized they were using Turkish rugs as floor mats. Seriously.

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  13. He's no spring chicken. I appreciate him doing his part to keep them entertained!

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  14. I LOVE my in-laws. I just don't want to spend a week in their apartment eating their food. Let them come to me, where they have their own bedroom and bathroom...

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  15. blood sausage the next day in the diapers...um, yum??

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  16. Hard to believe with all the roughing it you haven't had to resort to eating your young.

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  17. Do they just really enjoy turkish rugs or did they find some sort of Turkish Rug Coscto? Really? Floor mats?!

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  18. Boiled spuds and meat, sounds like my Mancunian grandma's cooking. Any grandparents who looks after the kids is A okao with me. My friends are always complaining that their parents have LIVES (how dare they?) and are very reluctant to spend time with the kids or babysit.... Blood sausage, mmm...

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  19. hello, Blood sausage (?), family and AWOL nannies aside I hope you are having a good holiday.
    I have been in self-imposed exile ... birthdays, music festivals, organising my sister's hen weekend.
    Oh and deciding to move house, putting 2 houses on the market.
    Oh and a new role at work.
    Anyway, exile is over and I need a drink - fancy it???
    xxx love xxx

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  20. Hookahs and Turkish rugs? Sounds a mite more interesting than my rellies decor!

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  21. I'm telling you, can't make this stuff up!

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  22. oh yes darling! You are a busy bee! Email me: FrauFancyPants@gmail.com

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  23. I am so lucky that my in-laws put everything on hold for my girls. Seriously. But still...

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