Time (T)

Eddie is very conscious of time now, and clocks. Not always with full understanding: we saw an airport bus on the street yesterday, and Eddie asked "how long does it take to get to the airport? A thousand years?"



In his new glasses, chosen to look like Daddy.

Art (T)

As I write this, I'm following the progress of the Italy/France European cup match by the tenor of the chants from our local pub. Italy are winning 2-0, so the cheers and chants you hear are increasingly confident.




We've been visiting galleries this last few weeks, Anita and I went to the White Cube in Mayfair to see "Hell", a Hieronymus Bosch-like recreation of hellish scenes by the Chapman brothers. It's in 3D, lots of miniture Nazi figures in violent warlike scenes, Anita couldn't look for long because of her (pregnant) sensibility.
They also had some (real) pictures by Hitler, which they had painted with sunny hippy images - the show was called 'If hitler were a hippy how happy he would be'. Or 'we would be'; Anita and I remember the title differently.

Then on Saturday we took the boys to an exhibition of Psycho Buildings, on the South Bank. I can't summarise it in words, but a lot of fun, interactive art for all the family.

We finished that with some icecreams, which both boys made short work of. Eddie very neat, Sebastian surprisingly comprehensive. He's 17 months but he didn't miss a trick, and wailed slighly unconvincingly if you took it off him to tidy it up.

Lands End 360 (T)

Lands End (T)

We were staying right at the southernmost point of England, which is called "Lands End". Its counterpart up north in Scotland is John O' Groats.

Washing machine (T)

Eddie, loudly, in the kitchen, with Anita hovering outside, while contemplating the washing machine, with his hand suspiciously close to the door's handle: "I won't open the door while it is going"...

Eden Project (T)

A holiday with children isn't really a holiday in the get-away-from-it-all sense; we spent most of our time traipsing from one destination to the next. When the weather was fine, it was the beach or if possible some sort of train (miniature one pictured).





When it wasn’t we went to the Eden Project, a series of huge futuristic greenhouses with tropical and Mediterranean conditions inside. The greenhouses were fine, though there was a slight whiff of sentimentality about the attached cause, something about saving the planet via supporting third world smallholders.