My guess is Annie-Rose’s internal dialogue went something like this….
“dum de dum de dum…what are these five wiggle things I have here?? dupe de dupe de dupe…they must have a purpose….ho ho ho hum…oooh whats this big dribbly hole on my face….boup de boo….aha, wiggley things in here, one two three…hmmm, still a wiggley thing left…ahhhh up my snose! check it! I’m so clever mama”
Our accents are under attack since being back in blighty. Neither of us can seem to pronounce anything correctly and Pete’s been accused, by those that know him best, for having a Kiwi twang! outrageous. I think we are having a case of a severe identity crisis.
Yesterday we were driving through Sonning and we passed a forge, or a sign that said ‘Forge’ and Pete turns to me and says,
“ahh, there’s the ferge” as though he were Irish.
then he looked all bewildered and says, '’FERGE, Ferge?”
'”what did we pass?'” says I
“A forge, FORGE!” he says
We drive on for a bit until I says,
“You might want to roll down your window, I just Ferged”
hahahaha. Is that funny in translation? It was funny in the car. But things seriously keep coming out wrong and in abundance. And worse, I find myself putting on a British accent when I’m mocking something, it sounds very disrespectful and is entirely unintentional. But at least my British accent sounds British, unlike my French accent I do to sound like Elisabeth that comes out Indian. I would be the worst actress ever.
This is just for Oma on her request. Some pics of your Annie-Rose in London Town, oh how we love our Oma. xxxx
Farewell cuddles with Oma at Auckland Airport. Sitting on Ma’s aeroplane seat like the big girl she is.
Sydney Airport, First Class Lounge no less eh? I had complementary salt and pepper squid and a glass of champagne, the ONLY way to travel. I wore an 80’s suit jacket so I would look the part. It just got really crinkley on the plane and just made me look like a harrassed ma instead.
Sleeping on the new A380 plane, it holds up to 450 passengers, a massive city in the sky.
Morning smiles! Arrived at last and still smiling. The best baby ever.
Where the Connolly Clan used to live!
Tube riding. Trying not to look stressed. The tube is really loud, clack clack on the tracks, squealing brakes, beep beep beep every time the doors close and static over the speakers before a voice booms out 'please mind the gap between the train and the platform!' every time the doors open. It's a wonder Annie-Rose slept at all.
Hanging out in Soho Square and with her Pa on Old Compton Street. I had to walk around the square twice looking for a spot of grass that didn’t have a million cigarette butts and beer bottle tops on it. Eventually I gave up and found a spot that only had about 20 cigarette butts and 10 beer bottle tops on it and spread the rug out for Annie-Rose to lie on. NZ this is not. They need Robert D Frog. Or was he the drips waste water campaign icon?!
Happy baby. Buggered mama xx
