Prams, Karaoke and Farewell...
Hey up me ducks!
I'm so glad that the BBC team managed to publish all your comments! Thank you so much to everyone who posted answers to my question about what makes a good dad. It gave me plenty of food for thought and a great deal of encouragement too.
Tomono is now only two and a half weeks away from the due date, the cot is ready (with nifty animal mobile attached!), the car seat is fitted and all manner of baby goods have been purchased. One thing came up, however, that I really wasn't expecting. Last weekend my parents kindly took Tomono shopping for a pram. We picked one out - not too heavy or big so Tomono can get it in the car without having to spend 6 months at the gym - and ordered the colour we wanted. My mum then told us that we shouldn't have it sent to our house. "What on earth are you on about?" I asked. Apparently, it is bad luck to have a new pram in your house before the child is born. I was perfectly happy to go ahead and have it delivered to our house anyway but Tomono, not wanting to encourage bad luck of any description, insisted that we follow my mum's advice. So we had it sent to my office instead. This got me thinking about superstitions in other cultures regarding all things to do with babies...I bet there are some good ones out there - can't wait to hear them!
On a completely different topic, one of my colleagues at work told me a strange story about one of her neighbours. A lady who lives next door to her recently bought a karaoke machine from ebay. My colleague and this lady have been neighbours for about two years, but my colleague had always kept her distance as she finds her a little overbearing. One night her neighbour knocked on her door and she had brought her karaoke machine with her. She asked if she could come in and show off her new toy. Not wanting to seem rude, my colleague invited her in and helped her set it up, which was difficult because it didn't come with any instructions. Eventually, they got it set up and the neighbour proceeded to sing, without a break, for two whole hours. To say that her voice wasn't good is a big understatement. My colleague said that she sat on her sofa for two hours politely listening to her neighbour singing, out of tune and at the wrong rhythm, because she didn't want to be rude and ask her to leave. Incredible! Eventually, she went home after midnight but left her karaoke machine behind. My colleague is now terrified that she will come back for an encore. Again, a good question for you all: What would you have done in that situtation? Would you have asked her to leave? Would you have told her that her singing was like listening to cats fighting? Would you have sat there for over two hours and listened politely?
Anyway, I've been rabbiting on for ages. Tomono is downstairs waiting for me to watch a DVD together, so I'd best get a riggle on and say goodbye.
It's been a real pleasure catching up with you all. Anita, you are a model for all English learners and I'm so proud of your commitment and dedication. It's a shame we didn't hear from Jenny again but there's always next time, I guess.
Have a lovely rest of 2008 and hopefully two years down the track we'll all meet again...
P.S. I'll leave you with a picture of us showing our love for the Bakewell tart. Yummy!
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