Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Fancy Remembers: Summer 2011



What the hell? The summer is over? I’m sorry, I’m a little confused. I’m still waiting to wear all the cute summery outfits I bought. I haven’t made a dent in my sunscreen collection and that includes a weekend in the sun. What? Oh, sorry. I need to quickly explain something to my fellow Londoners. Hang on.

The “Sun” is a big yellow thing in the sky. It provides a gravitational force that makes the Earth spin around in a big circle. That much I’m sure you know. But just in case you didn’t realize it, the Sun also provides warmth. Yes, it’s true. Even sunshine. I know, close your mouth. See in some parts of the world, summer is actually when you can wake up everyday knowing that shorts and a tank top will suffice. There are even people who put their winter wardrobes away for 6 months. Totally crazy, right? Anyway, let’s go back and join the others.

Okay, sorry for the interruption. Anyhoo, I’m a bit caught off guard this week. Kate Takes 5 has made “Things I Did This Summer” her Listography for the week. And when I saw that, well I did a bit of a double take. I wasn’t aware that summer had ever arrived. But being plucky like I am, I’ll pull out my calendar and tell you what I did over the last 3 months, although I will continue to violently protest that I did not actually experience this phenomenon called “Summer.”

  • Got married. Okay technically that is a lie. But I found myself a wife, in the form of Fancy PA. Just as you can love all your children, I love both my husband and my wife. Truly. Deeply. I do.
  • Went to CyberMummy. And met some nice ladies. But I’m still looking for Lou the chicken lady. Anyone see a nice looking, albeit somewhat harried, woman covered in feathers calling for her rooster, you let me know.

  • Suffered Bank Holiday Hell. For those who don’t know, that’s an unbelievably popular British past time of watching women suffer while their Nannies enjoy a day off. I know, as disgusting as snacking on goat’s blood. 

  • Taught the Minis to swear like sailors. Let’s be clear, this was not actually my intention. Blame all those bank holidays. But TC is now saying, “Fork” a lot. It’s a satisfying word, isn’t it? The Princess has mastered, “Bucket,” and “Bap!” Unless I clean up my act, I’m expecting full sentences by Christmas. “Roly Sucking Bell!”

  • Said a final farewell to my favourite airline. That’s right. You know the one. Excuse me while I get a tissue to wipe my eyes. I don't even need to link up here. If you don't know what I'm talking about, go back a few posts. Or just consider yourself lucky to have missed it. 


And that’s it, apparently. Looking forward to even worse weather as we edge through Fall. At least I’ll have a new closet soon. At least that's what they are telling me. And that’s definitely something to look forward to. 

18 comments:

  1. I want a PA. Do you lend her out? Can I have your winter wardrobe too? In fact, screw it, can I just come and live with you? I'm toilet-trained.

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  2. Sorry FF but I have to correct you here.

    Fall is where the trees turn beautiful colours and the days are crisp and cold with clear blue skys.

    What you and I have to look forward to is Autumn. pouring rain, howling gales and dark depressing evenings. Sorry :( x

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  3. eek my bad! Gosh thanks for setting me straight! And making me go look for the vodka.

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  4. Well, toilet trained is appealing. That would give you a leg up on the majority of folk living here...although H has been doing really well lately. :-)

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  5. If I could move to London I wouldn't care if I didn't see the sun for an entire year. Let's switch places. Please?

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  6. done. But I'm keeping the Nannies, Fancy PA and my Fancy Trainer. Is that okay? Room for everyone?

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  7. Of course you may now experience the phenomenon that is known as the 'Indian Summer' which means that all that sunshine that you didn't see for the past 3 months arrives in Sept \ Oct. However there's a very good reason that it's called an 'Indian' summer... And no, I've never seen one either.

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  8. I want a PA, I only have a husband, it doesnt compare....

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  9. Don't despair, summer isn't actually over for another two weeks, who knows what could happen to the weather in that time (who am I kidding, you live in the gloom capital of Europe), I don't suppose y'all get Indian summer over there do ya?

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  10. My heart breaks for you it truly does but your loss is my gain. Bring on that sunshine I say.

    Your Aussie warm packed away all the winter (long sleeved tee) gear for 6 months friend.

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  11. I recall the sun from my youth...a vague memory. What a busy year. How hellish it must be to please both a husband and a wife. I hope you buy her jewelry.

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  12. Hi Fancy, wondering... can you add the "follow by email" gadget so that new posts can get delivered to our inbox! You brighten my day whenever I click to find there's a new post and it'd be so great to have them just pop in on their own.

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  13. I'll be teaching my kids those innovative new phrases, all the more fancier as they've floated across the pond. Unfortunately they already know the originals of all of above.

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  14. oh it's so hard to stop!!! the things we do...

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  15. Oh I could do with a wife.They must be better than a a husband surely? My kids used swear like sailors too.Clock was cock, breakfast was fuckfast and biscuit was big shit.

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  16. Bucking funny as ever Frau Fancy. Am also gutted that summer has gone. Got my toes out earlier. They went purple.

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  17. Oh dear, I think the first words in this house may be along the lines of "fork" or "sucking bell". Or it could even be "rollocks". I really need to stop swearing now F is starting to copy sounds.

    Anyhoo, glad you're getting a new wardrobe (that's what we call it here by the way - what the hell is a "closet"?!) - yet again I'm insanely jealous. Our wardrobe is a cheapy wooden framed Argos one. I know, you'd be sick in your mouth if you saw it. Take a picture of yours when it arrives so I can look longingly at it and pretend it's mine.

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