Rounders in the Park

The weather forecast for Sunday is not looking good - Heavy rain showers.
We will make a decision at 11am on Sunday as to whether (scuse the pun) the weather will curtail the fun.
Watch this blog for updates.

Blummin' Cheek

This evening I went to the local shops (in my car, Laura - the garage that did her MOT wrote the wrong reg. number on the test certificate so I have to take her back to get another one done!) to get fish and chips.
As I returned to my car, I noticed a dad and his daughter getting into their shiny Nissan QashQai which was parked next to mine. "Mind when you open the door." said the man to his daughter.
"Oh don't worry about that, the stickers are all over my car to hide the bumps and scratches." Said I in a jolly tone.
The dad didn't say anything but his look told me it wasn't MY car he was worried about. DOH!

The Rollercoaster trundles on

This week Mr Fink's family had some news about his mum's medical condition, not good news. If you know mum and want to know more, call us.

Yesterday the plumber removed the shower from Fink Mansion so the 3 of us trooped along to Shouty Grandad's house for a shower each - how happy was he? He's on a water meter!!!!

I was first up, I offered Mr Fink the choice of towels, our old blue scabby large one or the newer smaller purple one, he said he didn't mind so I took the smaller one and had my shower. Very refreshing.

Mr Fink headed off for his wash and brush up. About 10 minutes later a cry from the bathroom, "Mrs Fink, come and help me!" When I arrived I found that I had accidentally brought the towel the cat sleeps on and subsequently, as Mr Fink had wiped the water from his face, he had spread discarded cat hair all over his damp skin. Face, neck and body. He said it was like being covered in itchy cobwebs. He had lumps of cat hair velcro'd to his beard. Euwwww.

Needless to say I broke down in fits of laughter and he went and he had another shower - (sorry about that Grandad, just think, "It's only money!")

In other news, Liam the Ovenu guy came round and did a sterling job cleaning my cooker (for the third year running) despite having a bad cold. Thank you Liam! I left the oven light on all evening so i could see the cooker gleaming.

Fink Family Revels - Mark I

We had more than 50 friends and family at the first Fink Summer Revels. We had people travel from far and near, Carlisle, Cambridge, Leeds, Hastings, Basingstoke and some from just round the corner. Bambi showed his will to beat Mr Fink in any type of competition by sporting his, "secret weapon" a T-shirt designed to strike fear and respect into Mr Fink's heart! We had picnics, football games, skittles and even a primus stove boiling up water for tea!

We had two huge games of rounders, lots of good natured barracking, distraction, dissent, great batting and fielding. There were some heroic catches and terrific glory shots.

Everyone had a terrific time, chatting, catching up and seeing the babies and young people was a real treat. Thank you Mr Fink for bringing us all together again. Hopefully we'll do it all again soon.

Happy Birthday Mr Fink

Men are driven by testosterone

Women are driven by Toblerone

(Jo Brand 2009)

Finks 1 v Wasps 0

Malevolent. a word no one ever uses but take one look at that picture and you know exactly what that word means.

Tis the season for queen waspies to be finding out of the way places to built their (I have to concede) beautiful paper nests and reproduce. Well, not on my watch matey!

Yesterday while hanging the washing out I noticed a wasp taking an unhealthy interest in the eves above our living room window, there was a tiny gap which 'she' crawled through and my creepy crawly alarm bells started to ring. I bravely asked Mr fink to bung up the hole tonight, which he skillfully did with Duct Tape ("It's great gear this tape" quote from Mr Fink).

I'm sitting here facing the window watching the wasp try to work out why she can no longer get into the gap she has been in and out of all day and I have to tell you, I have a perverse sense of pleasure and satisfaction that she will have to find somewhere else to sleep tonight. It's a small victory, but it's still a victory!

- I remember in a previous life, some of my work colleagues were commenting on my recent holiday with Mr Fink and while looking at photos of the wild animal park at Thrigby one of them said, "I see Mr Fink got on with the wildlife while he was away." To which some 'wit' replied, "Well, he went with Mrs Fink didn't he?" Oh har bludy har"

Utterly Surreal

Little Fink invited LMI round for a sleepover last night. What a precocious pair they are. They started off trying to hypnotise each other. They are both 9 years old, how do they know how to hypnotise? they looked it up on the Internet, of course. So I've got Little Fink wandering round the house like a zombie saying hello to the wallpaper, LMI in the dining room taking notes. LMI asked me if I wanted to have a go, I politely declined, knowing my luck she would pull it off and turn me into a chicken or something. Next thing I know, the pair of them are skulking round the house, looking mighty shifty. "What are you up to?" I asked. "We're doing a study of adults and you and Dad are our subjects." Oh brilliant, I'm being psychoanalysed by a pair of 9 year olds now! i noticed that they were leaving small Hannah Montana stickers everywhere they went, on the side board, windowsill, kitchen side, behind the photo frame, loads of them. I picked up 4 from our bedroom and put them in the girls sleeping bags! As they were getting ready for bed I asked them what the stickers were for. "We wanted to see how many you would move." said LMI. You should have seen their faces when they got into bed!

The study wasn't over there. Mr Fink got up at 8am on Sunday to go and play golf. The girls were already up and raring to go. Little Fink bounced onto the bed, "Mum, you have to fill in this questionnaire, Zennor has got one for dad to do." Fill in a questionnaire? At 8am on a Sunday morning? I've barely got my eyes open.

Anyway i drag my interest away from sleep and into the realm of the 9 year old mind and attempt the questions - talk about fuddle your brain...example.

How many floor tiles are there in the kitchen? (independently, Mr Fink and I both put 42! how weird is that?) How many different colours is our fence painted? (I put 4). List the colours on my scooter (light green, dark green, red, white, silver and black - only she wouldn't let me have black as it wasn't on her list!).

Anyway, the upshot of all this research is still unknown as i whipped the girls off down the park as it was such a nice day and they never got to write up their thesis. Another time perhaps.

Is it me or do these things happen to everyone?

I L.M.A.O.

Shouty Grandad made me laugh on Saturday night. I dropped Little Fink off at his house for a sleep over. As I was leaving, she ran into the front bedroom of the bungalow, climbed up the radiator, onto the windowsill, opened the little top window and was shouting, "Goodbye".

As i was getting into my car, Shouty grandad stopped looking at Little Fink climbing all over the windowsill, turned to me and shouted,

"Oi Missis, you've forgotten your monkey!"