10 December 2014

Things I've Nearly Said...

Sometimes I begin a blog post and it never sees the light of day.  This is because, just as in 'real life,' as we're all aware, conversations are started but almost impossible to finish with two young children around.  Throw in a Foreign Language Student who *shock* actually wants to practise his English with me whenever he can and even more moments will pass and lots of stuff on lots of levels will be abandoned.

This is not necessarily a bad thing.  The students can make my life a living hell when they're inconsiderate and party all the time, so it's a refreshing change to be treated like a human being and not someone here just to do their washing and change their sheets and feed them when they deign to turn up.  Every now and then we get one who is actually interested in the family, integrating and not treating the place like a Hotel.  They're in a no-win situation really as I'll moan when they do and I'll moan when they don't (to myself), as any free time it's possible to muster when the kids are in bed disappears into the night with them.

It's been quite challenging amusing interesting, however, explaining #TheApprentice and #I'maCeleb to a 41 year old man whose English isn't quite up to translating that yet.  Seeing as he's from Libya, my opinion about the Mel vs. Edwina argument - 'Nothing wrong with independence' (Mel Sykes) vs. 'Without a bloke she'll end up a bitter old woman' (Edwina Currie) would have been too exhausting to try to chat about and completely wasted on someone who can have four wives if he wants to.  And I never got chance to bring it up on the blog where, for the record, I was going to suggest that Edwina seems the far happier woman. #Justsaying.

Plus I was going to chat about how I hoped that cuckoo Kendra woman paid tax on the $500 000 she boasted about earning in the six months she claimed to be a stripper.  Before she went up in the world to and of prostituion - which is what living at the Playboy mansion involves.  Apparently, the old man (83 at the time), calls you upstairs when it's you he fancies.  She had no qualms in admitting that she slept with him (plus I bet she wasn't saying her incredibly annyoing 'OMG' every five seconds then;) ).  And the lovely Libyan and I didn't get very far with that convo either.  He comes from a mainly Muslim country where women's elbows and ankles must be covered, so it was a tad too embarassing!

Anyway, moving swiftly on, my ancient but amazing runaround has had a new clutch probably double the worth of the car itself and I've recently found myself in the peculiar position of reading a book that didn't seem anywhere near as good as the film that inspired me to borrow it from the library. Everyone knows the rule generally goes the other way and, despite keeping reading and hoping, it never happened.  And it's huge, so there's many an hour of my life I'll never get back.  If you get the chance, though, I recommend 'Philomena' - a great movie based on a true story.  The book is completely different and left me a bit meh.

The other night was far more entertaining.  The eldest was in a Christmas Concert at the esteemed Brighton Centre.  There were over 40 schools performing altogether and it was a charming event, made all the more challenging amusing interesting by my companion, the youngest, who had virtually stripped off in the heat of the place and was making those farting sounds with one hand under his armpit and moving his elbow up and down sharply, perfectly in time to Ding Dong Merrily on High.



This would be inbetween him alternating trying to sleep on the floor because it was well past his bedtime and standing up attempting to out-sing the whole lot of them without really knowing all of the words or tunes to any of the songs.  He has no shame that child.  I pretended not to notice those knowing looks passing between the poor people who were unfortunately seated within earshot.

But as if my perpetual humilation wasn't enough, I found myself faffing about with all our layers afterwards - coats, scarves and gloves everywhere, with both their little boy woolly hats perched temporarily on my head in an effort not to lose anything, just as the first man I've fancied in a few years came by to say Hi.

I guess some things are better not said or done!

What have you been up to?

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  1. Loved your post. I have been living in Germany for over five years now, can speak the local language pretty well and some cultural differences still come as a surprise, so I can imagine what it must be like for your Libyan student!
    First man you have fancied in a few years? Forget the woolly hats, hope to read more about that story! :) xx

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    1. I'm glad you're still surprised by your new country. All our students are concerned about the prevalence of alcohol and its effects, especially the Arab ones! And the man, never gonna happen, but it was nice to have a spark ;)

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  2. Man? Man? .....Sounds very interesting?

    But bless your youngest. I was laughing so much reading that as I could really imagine his antics - he's so funny; and I hope your eldest really enjoyed himself too.

    I am also watching the apprentice this year (and the *ahem* X Factor). I think this years apprentice is one of the best in a long time.

    I am taking a break from it all now until the New Year. So I just wanted to wish you and your gorgeous boys a wonderful Christmas. (do the students go home at this time of year and leave you in peace?). Big Love and kisses XXXXXXX

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    1. So glad you enjoyed this post so much Sarah! And yes, it means more when you've met him :) Thank you for your good wishes and if there's any news on the man front I promise to let you know xx

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  3. The thought of explaining our obsession (and constant) watching of reality television to someone not from the UK fills me with dread - that'd make a good blog post though!! (especially from my POV haha)

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    1. It depends where they're from and how bad their English is as to how funny it can be. I think they judge me for watching it more than the programme itself!

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  4. Loved this post so much, your son is hilarious and I want to be a fly in your house during I'm a Celeb! Hehe!

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    1. Thank you - and I only wish you could be! :)

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  5. Fabulous post Anya. Here's hoping the first man you've fancied in ages can see beyond the woolly hats and asks you out on a date soon. Happy Christmas x

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    1. Thank you Izzie - I think there's a catch to be discovered yet - there normally is ;) X

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    2. Here's hoping there's no catch whatsoever... it's Christmas & we can all dream a little x

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    3. You never know Izzie, thank you :) x

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  6. Great post, I am afraid I dont watch I'm A Celebrity, but it sounds like an entertaining thing to try and explain, and bless your youngest and his synchronised arm pit farting!

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    1. Thank you and you're not missing much - Ant & Dec are the real stars. I look forward to my grandchildren and my revenge through them ;)

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  7. Oh I have so many posts in draft that I wrote a few lines of and that seemed really interesting and relevant at the time and then I never look at them again. Time, yes I'm not really sure where it goes to be honest. The concert sounds amazing as does life with foreign students, I can imagine that can be interesting. I lived with a wonderful girl from Bavaria once who was one of the most entertaining people I even met. I enjoyed I'm a celeb I must admit, I found Kendra very annoying and I agree with you about Edwina, I though Mel was so whiny and then said at the end how she had loved every minute of it. Very strange.

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    1. I'd love to know what yours are about Nikki- and your Bavarian friend certainly sounds fun. It's great to mix cultures.So glad I'm not alone on the trashy telly front!

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  8. how lovely just to read the observations from a (hetic) day to day life.

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  9. My youngest strips off at any given opportunity, so I feel your pain. Its hilarious but certainly topical in company! Sounds like fun in your house this week!!

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  10. You've made me smile this morning ;-)

    Hope you've got more to share about your new man too?

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  11. Oooooo a man ey? Tell ALL Anya !!!!

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  12. This was interesting for me as I haven't had much time for TV. I do think it's a shame that women want to be treated this way after so many years of other women fighting for them NOT to have to.

    Hmm my son applied for Brighton - am quite fancying him living with you if he goes there now, well apart from mixing with men that can have 4 wives, as my son can only have 1 (or husband if he so chooses)

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    1. It was an odd combination Joy, indeed. Your son would be most welcome if he comes to Brighton! :)

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  13. Aww love this post hon. A new man. woooo.... ;) Hugs lovely x

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    1. Thank you Susan. No new man. At all. Just a frisson.

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  14. and is this whats been stopping you from doing a new post of late?? HNY! Lx

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    1. Unfortunately, not! It transpired to be a passing fancy, thank goodness. Have recovered my senses now - but not so much from the single parenthood combined with young children and introducing Christmas to Foreign Language students ;) HNY to you too :)) xx

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  15. Ha ha, you had me chuckling all the way through, and a fancy man eh? Ok so he's just to look at but he did come up to you, even if you were wearing two wooly hats. Would have loved to have seen that <3
    Happy New year lovely Anya xx

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