Friday, April 9, 2010
Easter By The Sea...
I had a great Easter Sunday, a real "Old Blighty" experience! It started with a ride on a miniature steam train at Moors Country Park at Ringwood before going to the seaside at Bournemouth. I went with my mum and dad and my Grandma and Grandad. We had fish and chips for lunch, went for a walk on the beach where I built a few sandcastles with my new bucket and spade and waded into the sea a little bit. After that my mum took me for a ride on a carousel horse before we all went home. But that wasn't the end of my treats for the day. When I got back to my Grandma and Grandad's place I had a few Easter Eggs and presents waiting for me - including the Icelandic Easter Egg that I won at the Egg Hunt I told you about.
Hi Ho, Hi Ho...
...It's Off to work I go.
It's great to be out in the garden with Spring in the air.
Thought I would do a bit of sweeping. Winter had left a load of dead leaves on the patio. Good to get the place looking tidy. Anyway, thought I would earn a few brownie points with my Granddad!
It's great to be out in the garden with Spring in the air.
Thought I would do a bit of sweeping. Winter had left a load of dead leaves on the patio. Good to get the place looking tidy. Anyway, thought I would earn a few brownie points with my Granddad!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Saint Erla!
My mum, dad and grandad went to Wembley Stadium to see Southampton beat Carlisle in the Johnstone's Paint Trophy Final last Sunday.
Apparently, it was a football game and Southampton is the team that I support - or so my dad tells me. Well if that's true, then why didn't he take me?
Dad says there were almost 74,000 people there which is an unbelievable crowd to watch two teams from the third division. What other country in the world would you get that amount of people at a game involving two teams from the third tier of football?
While the mighty Saints were giving their opponents the run-around I was busy doing the same to my Grandma. I bet she slept good on Sunday night after all that activity.
Boxing Day!
We have moved! After a lot of blood, sweat and tears (my dad's) we boxed and packed all our belongings, put them in a container and shipped it to England and said our goodbyes to Iceland. I didn't really like all that packing - I liked the boxes but every time I put something in one my mum or dad took it out again. In the end, I felt my contribution wasn't really being appreciated so I gave up and let them get on with it.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Egg Hunt
Went on my first Easter Egg Hunt this morning. I found three, well, actually I found four but we were only allowed to collect three so that there would be some left for all the other kids to find. I was able to exchange my eggs for a chocolate easter egg and a balloon. I am hoping that my Grandma and Grandad in England will have some easter eggs for me. Hello? Grandma, are you reading?
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Snow Joke!
I dream of long, warm, sunny days when I can kick back and relax on some distant beach, preferably in France, feeling the golden sunshine on my skin and the toasted sand singing under my feet. I dream of a dreamy ocean gently lapping at my ankles before I surrender to its rythmic to and fro and float with nothing but untroubled sky to view. It seems these days are an eternity away - when all you have is snow, snow and more snow. I thought we had seen the last of it this year - I had my fair share in Sweden over Christmas and the New Year before landing in England where they had the most snow in thirty years. I went back to Iceland on February 2 and was pleasantly surprised. No snow! But it couldn't last - and it didn't. Three weeks later and Reykjavik and the south-west gets well and truly dumped on. Of course, dad insists that we go out to the coffee house in the afternoon and to be honest I'm glad to get out of the apartment - I think we are both getting cabin fever. But, c'mon, let's get on with Spring can't we? Dad says I only have to tough it out for another few weeks then he'll take me to France. He better not let me down! I've got my heart set on dipping my toes in the Mediterranean.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
A Model Child
Don't think I mentioned it but a photographer friend of my mum and dad took some pictures of me while I was in Sweden last Christmas.
Not sure if I could ever be a model, too much standing around waiting and being asked to look here and there and stand here then there. Besides, I'm always having a bad-hair day! Modeling, not really my thing.
Not sure if I could ever be a model, too much standing around waiting and being asked to look here and there and stand here then there. Besides, I'm always having a bad-hair day! Modeling, not really my thing.
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