Playing in the Remains of a Dead Mermaid

"Dear Mooooo-m" A letter I've intercepted. Addressed to Flea.

Pleese cn wee haf won of thees?

Face Your Fate, or Fete if You're in England

Friday, the bubbly bovines got to attend their first Fete.

Say, "Fate" not feet. or fe-tay. Please.

And while we're on the subject of pronunciation, Americans should NEVER say "cheers" while in Great Britain. It just sounds stupid.

The cows were quite out of it for a while.
They nearly slept 24 hours straight.
Just like when Son #1 came home for Christmas and couldn't pull himself together for three days (resulting in Miss Ky's terrible accident
when I was forced to entertain her, record one
kid in a mini-play and another playing in the band while A2 was trying to join his class in the ceremony-- Son #1 could've watched her nap while I did all that).

But today, my guests were up for the school fete.
It was fun seeing them discover this little event and reminded me of my first experience with it.

The Hubby was deployed, and there were signs everywhere, in each village, advertising that village's Fete.
I had no idea what that meant, so I went to my local Post and asked a lady about it. She told me that it's a little gathering of sorts were there's cakes and a Tombola (tom- BOWL-ah) to earn money for the village. And she taught me how to say it. Which was nice. Nothing like looking like a foreigner 24/7.
I missed several different village fetes (I lived in the country, so no specific village was "mine"), but I did attend the one at the school.
Yeah. So basically, it's a chance to donate stuff you don't want for the kids to sell back to you; an opportunity to bake cookies and cupcakes to buy back and a chance to buy nice things for them to offer up for the Tombola prize. They also have a raffle, and yes, you can donate things for that as well.

Fred and Bessie checked out the coffee set-up first.
Not that they wanted coffee, they just wanted to buy the cups that had cream in them.








Next, a little sugar.





Silly cows. Milk with sugar in it-- have you ever heard of such a thing?
I feel bad for all the good eating they had with Mental P, because here, they've thrown all caution to the wind.


Flea,
have you not taught them that video tapes are so
yesterday (not to mention they won't play on our player)?

Luckily they haven't converted their money yet, so I did talk them out of the tapes (they wanted to buy Kung Pow-- worse cow movie ever).






They enjoyed the band. J2 plays the trumpet. Fred and Bessie wanted to try it, but funny little things, they were blowing into the wrong place!Look at them sneaking into Ang's coffee. If I wasn't so funny, I might be a little embarrassed by their naughtiness.And for tea, we had a British classic. Well, two really. Just for them. We had Bangers and Mash (sausages with mashed potatoes) and Toad in the Hole (sausages in a yorkshire pudding--remember my experience with pudding?-- and brown gravy).My arteries are screaming just looking at the pictures.

Tomorrow we're off to the coast, and if the weather is good, they may try a little surfing!

Adventures in Bovine Land

Fred and Bessie were too excited to sleep, so we took them to Norwich's ASDA (that's Walmart to you Yanks) so that I could have my latest pyramid of photos printed. 1170 to be exact (yes, I have a problem).

We stopped into the Mickey D's to grab a CHICKEN lunch and they were immediately drawn to this sign... I didn't have the heart to tell them what it said. They thought it was a travel poster.

On the way home, they really wanted to see everything, so I hope Flea forgives me, but they didn't wear their seat belts for a little while...

They saw a roundabout (I'm not sure, but I think I heard them say "Weeee" as we went around).

They're really excited about this Dinosaur Park and want to go...

After we got home, they went off to sleep. And missed tea. and breakfast. They're really tired!

If I have this much fun with visiting cows, imagine the fun you and I could have if you'd JUST BITE THE BULLET and fly over for a cuppa! (and cream tea AFF)

They're Heeeere!

The Hubby was in charge of getting kids off to school today, so as I stood in the doorway (in pj's) saying goodbye, guess who wandered up!
Fred and Bessie from Formica Fields (and Flea's World [for background info on these guys, check out her side bar titled "Bessie and Fred"], Dyln and Mental P Mama at Mental Pause).

They weren't shy at all like I had expected after reading of their travels around the U.S.-- could be because they've traveled for 5 days and are extremely tired.

I brought them in and showed them around a little bit. Fred is being very protective of Bessie. It's so cute.
The Hubby decided they should have some tourist photos snapped right away, and Miss Ky had to give them a proper welcome with lots of kisses (poor cows would've been frightened if they weren't exhaustion on eight legs).

Dang, she blinked!

The Hubby also suggested I leave now for London. By myself. (London is 3 hours away). Just to show them around.
He doesn't get jet lag. He's still young and fit. He manages well on little or no sleep.

It was time to let them rest--
much to Miss Ky's dismay, she wasn't finished kissing.I'm going to notify Flea that they're here and safe, and will post more after they've had a good kip. I hope they're awake for tea!