Week 3 of the school year, and it has at last rained for 3 consecutive days (with a splatter of brilliant blue skies in between the drenching rain), but here I am, sitting in my office with a cup of steaming grapefruit water and a box of tissues at my wrist, and a pot of pea and bacon soup on the stove for lunch.
Autumn rain, and I am sick. With a cold. True story.
It reminded me of what I wanted to write to you the day before school started: Things We Learned This Summer!
- The Gorgeous Summer of 2013 was not a fluke. Hot Alsace summers are in fact, quite common. This bodes well for the future know that we know this certainty.
- I learnt that I can pack a day-pack efficiently enough to spend the morning and lunch at the swimming pools. This includes towels, change of clothes, and a picnic lunch. It had to be efficient so that we could cycle to the pools.
- Speaking of picnic lunches, I have discovered the solution to them, particularly if its 35degrees,and I don’t have space to pack ice-packs to keep ham sandwiches cool.
(Bugger you Compass Group for your food safety drill- I will never be able to make a chicken mayo sarmie without counting the minutes its been out of the fridge). - Also, with the summer that was, and competing with wasps, we discovered that cut up melon/fruit for picnics wasn’t going to work. You just end up looking like a windmill running around flapping your arms.
- The girls learnt a new confidence level in the pools! Aided by swimming goggles, Beth ditched her religious arm-bands, and discovered under-water summersaults. Alex realised she can’t be outdone by her baby sister, and can now do the same.
- Speaking of pools, we learnt that swimming noodles and boys are not a good combination. It turns out that noodles serve better purposes as weapons, and not flotation devices.
- And again, of the pool, I am not the most mis-shapen person at the public pools, and I don’t really give a rats-arse about walking around in a bikini anymore.
- If you want time in the park, it’s probably best to be there for lunch. After 2pm, the sun is high, and you don’t really want to be out in it.
- It turns out that there is actually such a thing as too much Champagne/Cremant/bubbles. Your purse eventually screams “STOP SPENDING MONEY”
- It’s a pity that children don’t quite understand that when it comes to ice-cream, but then, what would summer be without copious amounts of ice-cream? Ice-cream is to summer, as gluwein is to winter. Well, sort of.
- Alex discovered flip-flops. I suspect my Mom is looking down at us in horror.
- And lastly, waiting for public transport in summer is a nag. It really is so much easier to take the bikes out.
And the signs that summer is over?
The overloaded coat-rack with rain coats and light jackets (for now), and the washing line with multiple socks.
Bleugh.





So what IS the solution to 35° no ice pack picnic lunches then? x
Cheese. Emmenthal for the girls. Cheddar tomato and mustard for me.
(Forgive the omission- that sentence was too long and convoluted already)