Another great weekend at 'The Ranch'; Oli spent part of the time back in ye olde tin bath, as we attempted to cool down in temperatures in the nineties. The summer's parting shot, before autumn takes over, perhaps? The soaring mercury made it hard to do anything with much enthusiasm, except have water fights with the hose. We did venture out on Sunday to pick apples, which proved popular. We were even given proper harvesting equipment. Max was very good at sampling the crop: Honey Crisp and Molly's Delicious, the favourites.
Other than that, I read a copy of Lynn Truss', Eats, Shoots and Leaves, and vowed to re-edit this blog for punctuation. I'm sure you are all going to pitch in and tell me how bad my grammar is. I'll just say, at least I'm not dropping prepositions yet. And on the matter of morphing into an American, I can tell you, Max is now officially calling tomatoes; 'tu-may-does'. Three years of his parents' pronunciation is evidently not enough when it comes to 6 weeks back at preschool, with a 'tu-may-doe' plant bearing fruit in the playground. Various visitors have told me that my sentences are going up in pitch as I near the full stop, turning them into question-sentences? So perhaps my Americanization is not far behind Max's. I do romanticize Europe; and refer to the 'bathroom', and say 'gift' instead of 'present'. And most telling of all, I do, sometimes, misinterpret Dom's sarcasm.