15 posts tagged “handsome”
Whilst climbing this afternoon, I put all my weight (and both feet) on a large orange hold, which promptly spun round and dropped me off. That I can cope with.
What I can't cope with was Handsome's (trying so hard to be funny) comment of "That's what happens when you're too heavy for the hold". He thinks I've forgotten - I haven't.
I'm waiting for the moment when he least expects revenge...
Handsome attempted to drill his thumb off in front of a class of eleven-year-olds today. Apparently they were busy and didn't notice... By the time I saw him, he had an 'egg' of bandages wound around it, at least enough so that he couldn't see any blood seeping through. The first aider told him that he should go to A&E, but he decided to go back and teach three more classes instead.
Stubborn.
But, on the plus side, at least not over-egging it.
I've gone off men - all of them, husbands and sons included.They are all, without exception, too loud; too unromantic; too obsessive; far, far too messy; totally unsympathetic and nothing like the heroes of books. I think I may read more and live in the real world less. Or at least until my husband has got himself out of the garage and cleared up the mess he dumped in my clean and tidy kitchen when he got back from his self-indulgent walking trip. And possibly done some ironing as well. I've taken his Valentine's card away - he left it unopened on the bed, so he doesn't deserve it.
In the meantime, my youngest (who I love dearly, but that doesn't stop me from being annoyed at him) is too busy playing x-box whilst simultaneously watching tv and talking to Best Friend on some kind of cyber-creepy link which means I can hear him clearly in the room, even although he's thirty miles away to tidy his bedroom which is a skanky, smelly boy mess. In his case I'm probably just going to stop his pocket-money.
And I have to go back to work tomorrow, whilst the two of them can continue to be selfish all alone (because they won't be together) and I'll probably get home to find the beds unmade and the dishes unwashed.
Handsome is unwell today (and the way it looks, probably tomorrow as well), so he stayed at home to nurse his putrid sore throat. Just now he's dozing in front of car programmes on Dive Dave, Mouse is playing Lego Indiana Jones on the Xbox (I found it hard to believe that such a game existed), and I have been roaming the house trying to find somewhere quiet to read. It looks like I'm left with either the kitchen or the bedroom - the kitchen has uncomfortable chairs and the bedroom has an unmade bed, because Handsome's been in it most of the day, and piles of clothes to put away which will make me feel guilty if I don't do it. Perhaps I won't read tonight.
The cat's feeling much better now - but we're going to have to keep him in again for two days next week. The neighbour is laying more concrete, and I'm really not up for going through all that again!
Handsome's obsessive gene is fully dominant at the moment. We picked up his new bike on Thursday night after work - and it is really a very beautiful bike. It's black and sleek and so light, and it has tubular bits that start of round and finish up sort of triangulary squarish. There's probably a correct technical term for the shape... Since Thursday night, Handsome has spent hours and hours in the garage playing with his new toy. Any actual cycling has been weather-limited, but never mind, he's bought lots of stuff, so that when he can cycle he'll have every little accessory available.
There's a very definite 'Yes dear I'll be there in a minute' theme going on.
So, as the sun was shining this afternoon, we cycled down to a local furniture maker, to see if he would make us a bespoke corner table for the television, so that we can at least think about starting to redecorate the lounge. He has a fantastic workshop with huge lumps of different kinds of wood just leant against the walls all the way around - burr elm, yew, beech, spalted birch (which I didn't know existed until I saw it, and had forgotten until Handsome reminded me) and some lovely silvery-beigey-gray sycamore, which will age beautifully, and which he will keep by for us if we want... The place smells wonderful.
More to the point, he seems to be happy to make something to Handsome's design, which is really what we want. His prices are within our budget, and his craftsmanship is up to Handsome's standards... All we have to do now is measure things up and take Handsome's sketches down - before he does something else with that bit of sycamore.
Handsome's getting a bit serious about this biking thing - we have just purchased a new bike rack for the back of the car (the one that's normally full of boots and rucksacks) upon which he can stack the bikes (no, I don't stack bikes under any circumstances) so that they stay upright, not touching each other, and unwobbly. Apparently this is more difficult because I have the gall to have a woman's bike, which doesn't have a crossbar, so it hangs differently.
Or so I'm told.
And we needed an extension piece to turn the three-bike bike rack into a four-bike bike rack - even though one of those four bikes has actually left home. I suppose there's always the possibility that Hairy might bring his bike back 'specially to go on family bike-rides, or alternatively, Handsome might need to take both his bikes, in case the terrain was changeable. Oh, and we had to get a towbar put on the car to put the bike rack on, because otherwise there would be no point.
Handsome spent an evening playing with the towbar and then an evening playing with the bike rack... and then he told me about it. Honestly, how interesting is a bike rack? It's like having a conversation about fridges.
I think we might be going cycling this weekend, and I think we might have to force Mouse to come too, because there wouldn't be any point whatsoever in only putting two bikes on the bike rack!
So much for the boy leaving home - he's hardly what you'd call independent yet! Handsome took his bike across mid week, but apparently delivered it complete with it's own puncture. We don't think Hairy's ever had to repair a puncture before... but he did try, with over-phone and msn messenger instructions from Handsome. But this morning we had a call to say all efforts had failed.
We did have jellyish unset plans to go out for a walk, so we decided we'd better go for a drive instead. Just as well, turns out the puncture was probably Handsome's fault. He'd borrowed the tyres to cycle into work last week (because his are off-road tyres, and apparently they don't work on roads) and when he was putting them back onto Hairy's bike, he'd pinched the inner-tube. Anyway, it gave us a chance to go and find a bike shop in Glasgow.
Gosh, there's a bike shop in Central Scotland we'd never been to before!
Bike shop browsing opportunity over, we hauled back out of Glasgow and headed home via the Fort, which is a huge shopping centre off the M8. It has Borders. Well, fair's fair, I'd been in a bike shop. We had coffee, and I looked at masses of books, and made notes about which ones I could borrow (cash flow situation), but I was sorely tempted by the new Christopher Brookmyre - especially as Handsome sat next to a pile of copies with our coffee. I resisted, but only because a) I know I can borrow it from a friend soon (or at least as soon as his whole family has read it), b) I know Papa'll buy it next time he's in an airport, which is a fairly regular occurance and c) I bought myself a compensatory bookmark, which cost much less, but made me feel that I was not walking out of a bookshop with nothing in my hands.
I think that's a double negative...
Then we went home via some geocaches - we did the one by the M8 with the really big head sculpture - it's even huger up close. I took photos, but I haven't downloaded them yet - maybe I'll update later, maybe I'll pinch somone else's picture off the internet. Then we did one of those roadside caches that I hate, and really are pointless, but Handsome needs the numbers. And then we did a lost railway line one, which would probably have been fine if we'd found the right path down. We didn't. So we trogged down embankments, under bridges, through barbed wire (bear hunt?) and brambles until we found it. And then we found the path everyone else had used to get there, so we used that to get out.
Handsome cycled into work today - I was well impressed, it's quite a long way, and some of it's uphill. This is because he's getting his new bike on a 'cycle to work' scheme, where you don't have to pay tax on the purchase or something, thereby saving quite a substantial amount.
It's only a cycle to work scheme, so I gave him a lift back home (which is predominantly uphill), although to be fair, he did intend to cycle back too. I overtook him on the last stretch this morning, and he'd picked up a cycling-buddy. They looked proper professional taking the corners in perfect synchronicity!
Handsome would like me to issue an errata - apparently it's not his incompatibility with online shopping fault that the fridge order went wrong - it's the fault of the site he chose to use.
There we are then.
Wouldn't want to malign him or anything.
Hairy passed the written paper for his driving test today - he scored very highly, particularly on the hazard perception part. Handsome is a little miffed about the hazard perception test - when he attempted the practice dvd at the weekend, he failed badly.
He has been quite defensive about it ever since - 'well of course they're testing the wrong things', 'it's not the same as real driving', 'well I would have called that a hazard'...
I decided it was safer not to try.
Hairy is delighted about his pass - however, he still has a long way to go on the practical side, and the way lessons are going just now, I can see him taking every minute of his allowed two years!
