Warning, if you are of a serious disposition and are looking for references to MS and the problems of Everyday Living this post is not for you. I was told off yesterday for belittling folks feelings so I do apologies to anyone I may have offended by not being serious enuff. If my post offends please report me to the moderators. Of course MS is serious…having had it for over 30 years I agree with all the coments but without some laughter in your life what else is left?
Well kids we took a trip out yesterday to the Kunsthistorisches Museum that’s the Art Gallery to you and me, Big Heidi was barely able to contain her excitement…remember kids she is still a bit of a country bumpkin. With her blonde pigtails flapping in the wind as she raced with wee Hector across the the square yodeling at the top of her voice. Oh I forgot to tell you yesterday when she becomes excited she is apt to let rip a full yodel. This may be impressive round the valleys of Switzerland but in the confine of a small flat with 3 kid, 3 My Little Ponies and Three Haggi it is a bit much to say the least.
Especially as the Haggi are very timid creatures whose normal habitat is living under the wild heather growing in the Scottish countryside, they are apt to be much more sensitive to noise. As big Heidi scares the excrement out of me…although I can always blame the MS for that plus can always make it to the toilet on time. Whereas the kids, the ponies and the Haggi are not so fortunate. This at times lead to a rather fragrant smell being emitted from the one bed roomed attic flat where we live.
Anyway, I digress oh yes the art gallery. A rather imposing building with a wide sweeping stone staircase branches of halfway to either side. The kids and the Haggi immediately disappeared up the staircase only to reappear whizzing down the staircase screaming Weeeee. I tell you kids it is no fun being a parent at times like this.
Eventually we got into the first room which was nice and peaceful, it was filled with the painting of Rubens. Heidi felt instantly at home among the the Rubenesque figures portrayed . Although it was embarrassing as she twisted and contorted her body into the position of those in the paintings. Wee Hamish stood under a nude picture and just gaped in awe and turned a deep shade of purple (the colour you get when you mix his natural brown tone with red). The kids, were as we say in the west coast of Scotland acting the goat ie acting foolishly. I forget that as a young Haggi he has lead a rather sheltered life. The kids were merrily gamboling away in a corner of the room, which makes a change from the games of poker which they normally play.
Well kids after today’s outing I am completely exhausted and I still have to get everybody back home I feel as if I have to go and lie in a darkened room with a wee whiskey…it is really cold tea, but I can dream too. I hope you will all behave yourselves and be kind to one another. Till later.
By by ra noo…oops a wee bit of Scots just slipped out there.
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