Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: December 04, 2010

cardigan sin

took sons to the local village winter fete.
went without camera or sunglasses, with regret.

had to shoot z with 'the real santa' on my i-phone (cringe).
z said he could tell it was the real santa because "his beard's not stuck on, i checked!"

bob our local vicar didn't recognise me without my sunglasses on.
he said, 'i thought image was everything in your business?'
'i'm having a day off', i said.

as i don't have a job, maybe i'm having a day off being 'perou'.

i am also sporting a grey beard which completes my disguise.
(not white like santa...yet)

celebrities wear glasses to conceal (badly) their identity.
when i want to be anonymous, i take mine off.

the homemade cake stall is always my favourite destination at a fete: i spend quite a while deciding which one to buy.
today i bought a nice chocolate cake with jam in the middle.
i wanted the victoria sponge till i saw it had a coffee flavoured filling.

i guessed correctly (for maximum) how many sweets were in the plastic jar.
i guessed 140...there were 146.
i won the top prize in the raffle.
i did not correctly guess the name of the snowman (cake)
maximum said 'snowy'
i said that was too obvious and went with 'raymond briggs'

maximum bought all the bionicles at the fete and i tried to teach him about 'buying power' and 'bulk discounts'
obviously this didn't even get in one ear before leaving the other.

spent the day slowly retouching complicated pictures of empress stah.
an 8 hours = 7 pictures nightmare.
i have 51 pictures to retouch before the supersuper shoot can go off on monday.

i don't love my new EIZO screen.

forgot to mention:
yesterday the sons decided to help by chopping wood and stoking the log fire in the sitting room while mrs.perou was doing something else.

moments later z walked into the kitchen saying, 'mummy i don't want to really have to tell you this but...my finger really hurts: i've cut it quite badly (with an axe)'
mrs.perou went to the sitting room to get maximum so they could all go to A&E and get z's left index finger reattached.
maximum was standing in the middle of the room holding a burning stick.
double trouble.
and then mrs.perou had to drive in -10º icy roads to whitstable and find a hospital.

i was shooting fashion (daaarling) up london town, oblivious, as usual.

z is fine today: finger was stuck back on with glue.
it was a 'glancing blow' fortunately and the bone etc. were not damaged.
he asked mummy not to tell me.

maximum continues to not hear anything we say and maybe the baby barrier has to return to the inglenook fireplace.
i had thought he was old enough to be 'sensible' but...

renovations continue on the ground floors in the house.