It is break up day!
I am officially off nagging duty for three long wonderful weeks. I will not care who is still in pajamas at 715a.m. I will not be hunting down scarves or track tops or rain jackets or hockey gum guards. I will not be remembering which day is library or netball or swimming or gymnastics. I simply will not care. I will not repeat bonds, or check spelling or listen to 32 pages of reading homework, no I will not. And friends I definitely, most very definitely will not be packing a lunchbox of any description.
So this is our plan, Dear Husband and I will begin, as of tomorrow, to train the kiddos to sleep in until the sun comes up. Currently that is at about 715am. We will bend to 7a.m. but absolutely no earlier. Pretty girl, the morning early bird, is still struggling with time telling, and we will most definitely abuse her faulty ability in this area by lying if necessary. We have five days to get the kiddos sleeping in before we head off to Swellendam for an extended weekend of mountain air, lazy mornings, long walks, pathetic but fun attempts at river fishing and cold evenings around the fire. Sounds like good old fashioned holiday time to me.
And, as if that weren’t enough, Pretty Girl, Handsome and I will then be joining Photogirl and her kiddos at the beach (yes in winter) for one whole week. I have two very excited little people in my house.
So let’s recap: (another appealing feature of the holidays is zero necessity for long periods of concentration) there will be no regular routine for three whole weeks; and there will be not just one but two getaways! Holler holler but that sounds like celebration material to me, and a celebration needs a toast and a toast needs a drink…
My drink of choice is bubbles. Anybody that knows me can tell you that. But I do have another favourite which has made its comeback onto my favourite things to drink list. I am abandoning the thought that this is a purely summertime drink, my apologies to Great Britain, because even although it is indeed refreshing and crisp it also says festivity, merry-making and a big old jubilee to me, and I especially like to feel that way in the wintertime too.
Someone grab the ice…
What you need
For one glass (really?)
1 part Pimm’s No.1 Original
1 part chilled lemonade or ginger ale
1 part Liquifruit pomegrante and red grape juice
Chopped mint, sliced cucumber and half a strawberry
Loads of Ice
For a jug (certainly a better choice)
One large Jug
200 ml Pimm’s No. 1 Original
400 ml chilled lemonade or ginger ale
Liquifruit pomegrante and red grape juice to fill
Chopped mint, sliced cucumber and halved strawberries
Loads of Ice
Method for both
- Procure pretty glass or jug.
- Mix with absolutely no skill whatsoever all the ingredients listed above.
- Make eye contact with nearest person.
- Say “Here’s looking at you kid”
- Drink up.
- The end.
I will deny deny deny that I ever said this, but you know near the end of the holidays, when all the holiday euphoria has worn off and the kiddos are starting to drive you nuts by eleven a.m. Well, a cold glass of Pimm’s can masquerade as juice, right in the middle of the day; just saying.