Warmer days and warmer potiron

I watched the news today. The tallest of the Tall Ships sailing from Liverpool is Russian. She is Russian, excuse me. They all left today, headed to Northern Ireland from where they will sail for 5 weeks in a race. For pride and wind burn. The weatherwoman was almost ecstatic that she could report something pleasant today. For the past four weeks, she has been the bearer of bad news; of gusting winds, of frigidness, and of falling water. I can't go so far as to say that it's warm (if you account for the season) but it is no longer cold. It feels like a nice spring day except that it's July and so all the kids just got out of school.

Children are now a major sidewalk obstacle. They spread horizontal or bunch like grapes. Luckily I can weave fairly well. Luckily I don't feel obliged to dress British. That sounds cold and brutal, but it should really just be a sigh of relief for the seeing population of the planet.

Géraud is sick. This seems like an all too frequent occurrence. He is almost always blowing his nose. He might as well stick two puffs of cotton right up there, or wear a cotton moustache ultra absorbent. (Don't get offended lil potiron). Friday night might have done him in. We went for a few pints before hitting the Mexican slash Mediterranean restaurant in town. I am compiling a price list of Guinness in Widnes. You need suggestions on where to drink yourself silly for cheap, just ask! So, we had ourselves two pints of Guinness each, followed by a lousy and I do mean lousy margarita, and followed slash finished by a so-so bottle of Argentinean wine. All this combined with us running around in windy/rainy weather might account for Géraud falling ill. Alcohol, while a good friend of the ill, is by no means a good doctor. Sunday I put Grod in his hospital box aka bed and ran to shop to get him meds and a hair clipper. Sometimes, you become sick and it's really that you're just wearing too much hair again.

Best part of this weekend: We ate jalapeno poppers at the restaurant on Friday night. For only a measly £6.50 you can get 3 jalapeno poppers!

I hate the conversion rate.