Showing posts with label Spring watch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spring watch. Show all posts

Thursday, 5 May 2011

Boy #2 does it again (and Springwatch, wk - oh, who cares...)

This morning there was a fracas at the breakfast table - as there probably is at most breakfast tables featuring the combination of a 5 year old boy, a 7 year old boy, and two tired and preoccupied parents.

The end result was that the lego creation Boy #2 had been working on this morning (instead of getting dressed, laying the table, brushing his teeth or indeed doing anything else he had been asked to do) lost what he believed to be a vital component.

OK, I knocked it onto the floor by mistake. So shoot me.

Anyway, after the resulting fire-storm had cleared and Boy #2 was drying his eyes, the following exchange took place.

Me: "Have a drink of water, Boy #2. You need it to replace all the tears you just cried."

Boy #2: "No, I don't. The water I drink goes to my stomach, not to my tears."

Me: "Well, where does the water you cry come from if not from the water you drink?"

Boy #2: "Mama. The water I cry, the water in my tears, comes from my heart..."


Oh god. I'm toast.


Now, for you die-hards who have stuck with the Potski Front Flowerbed Springwatch, thanks for coming back but there are no lego figurines this week, I'm afraid (I figure the above anecdote is payment enough for your troubles). But I have taken the photo. And there are definite stirrings in the undergrowth. Or, there would be - if we had any undergrowth...




Thursday, 28 April 2011

Springwatch; In which I resort to bribery to keep you coming back for more...

Go on; admit it. You thought I wasn't going to post today, didn't you? You thought, it's another week of bare earth and she's run out of things to do with lego figurines, so she's just going to bin the whole sorry experiment.

Well, I have to admit I thought about it.

But then... Look! LOOK!


















What, you can't see it? It's there. There!

Oh, for Pete's sake. Click on the picture. Now can you see the new plants coming through? Amazing, isn't it?

OK, thanks for humouring me. Want to see some semi-clad army recruits that I photographed as I walked through a forest this morning, instead? You do?


















Philistines, the lot of you...

(And I know you just clicked on that one too...)

Thursday, 21 April 2011

Potski Spring Watch and a Nutty flight of fancy



Week 4 of Potkski Front Flower Bed Spring Watch (yawn) and I have progress to report. Hallelujah, the snow is gone! (Mostly). Look at this beautiful picture of Spring exploding into action, Moscow-styley...
















Ahem.

I know. I promised you verdant growth and astounding astoundingness. Instead, all we've got is bare earth and a few scrubby dead plants. I admit it; this is taking way longer than I thought it would.

Which is why, when a certain blogger foolishly agreed to story-board the next Potski lego adventure, I took her at her word. Thankyou, Nutty Cow for your inspiration and perseverance with g-chat...


So, let's look at that picture again.















Why, who do we have here? It's GT and her buddies, out for a stroll in the blazing sunshine! (Cut me some slack here, please. Relatively speaking, this is blazing sunshine). I do hope she isn't going to catch cold in that skimpy bathing suit...















But look, I see someone lurking in the bushes (top right of the picture. Top right!); oh no, it's Mexican Marraca Man! He's tracked the beautiful GT all the way here, to Moscow. I wonder what dastardly plan he has up his sleeve?














Ah, the day is saved. GT's handsome local liaison officer, Vlad (no jokes about impaling here ladies, it's not tasteful) has arrived and she's gone off to chat to him. Her buddies don't look too impressed but I guess that when you hang out with the beautiful people you have to take what you can get.













Hang on - what's this? Looks like Mexican Marracca Man has brought help; it's Sergei the Inconspicuous Hit Man (inconspicuous as in; he blends in so perfectly with the flower bed you can barely see him. That's his skill, don't you know). But surely there's nothing he can do now that Vlad is around to protect GT?













Oh no! He's summoned futuristic powers to set off a tornado! Hold on, GT! Don't let go!















Phew, what a relief. GT and Vlad are safe. The same can't be said for her buddies, unfortunately; 2 of them appear to be stuck at the top of a tree, whilst the third is desperately trying to rescue them. Surely our two lovebirds are going to go back and help?



































No? Oh well. I'm sure GT's unfortunate friends understand. I mean, that's what you get when you hang out with the beautiful people...















All requests & queries re: rights etc should be forwarded to Potty Mummy and Nutty Cow. No lego figurines were harmed during the making of this storyline.

Thursday, 14 April 2011

Contain your excitement; it's Wk 3 of Potski Spring Watch...


So, here we are at Week 3 of the Potski Front Flower Bed Spring Watch (note to self; MUST do something about that title).

Sigh.

Here it is.













As you can see, there have been vast improvements since last week. Vast. Spectacular. Look, I'll prove it to you. This week, again:














And last week:













This week:













Last week:













Oh, who am I kidding? There's no bloody change. In fact, there may even be more snow on the ground this week than last...

Sigh.

Time for another Potski reconstruction to alleviate the boredom, then. This week children, we're looking at a classic morning on the highway.

Just another day. Just another day when all the traffic feeds into the left-hand lane of the schosse (get me with my local word for highway) for no other reason than that each car wants to avoid the attentions of the two gentlemen on the left (heaven only knows what uniform they're wearing) and above all, avoid eye-contact with them as they drive to work.















It's well known here that the last - the absolute LAST thing you do when behind the wheel of a car is actually look directly at any semi-official person on the side of the road.














If you do mistakenly catch their eye, you stand a much higher chance of being directed out of the traffic and then encountering the scenario I described in last week's Front Flower Bed Spring Watch... Of course, this may also result in the odd accident when you look so hard in the other direction from the person in uniform that you don't notice the driver in front of you doing the same thing and not spotting you pulling in from the right, but... at least there will be a policeman nearby to deal with the paperwork.

Glass half-full. That's me.

Thursday, 7 April 2011

Potski Spring Watch and a little local drama..

So I promised it, and here it is; the 2nd week of the 'Potski Front Flower Bed Spring-Watch' series. Catchy title, huh?

Just to refresh your memory, this was last week's shot.

And here is this week's shot.














Hmmm.

A bit less snow, a few more scrubby plants showing through. I know, I know, I promised you action. I promised you explosive adventure, Nature-style. Well hold your horses, it will come, I promise. Just not quite yet...

But wait! What's this? An everyday drama unfolding before our very eyes! Look, just there at the front of the flower bed. (Click on the photo and look for the only spots of colour amongst the varying shades of grey)














Mr Everyman has been stopped on the side of the road by the police. Oh foolish Mr Everyman! What were you thinking, driving such a swanky car to the office? Don't you know it makes you a target? Probably, that's just what the nice friendly police officer is about to tell him. (And note how Mr Everyman is shielding his face from the camera. He's been around the bloc before, that's for sure...)















Yes, that's right, see? The nice friendly police officer (who seems to have lost his hat, how unfortunate), is taking Mr Everyman to sit in the police jeep to continue their conversation somewhere quieter.
















There you are; Mr Everyman is safely on his way back to his vehicle (and no doubt to his girlfriend GT waiting for him in the passenger seat). No drama, no problems.















His wallet might be unaccountably lighter, but he can probably afford it. Well, you have to expect that, when you make yourself a target by driving a flashy car like that...


Note: All events depicted are completely fictional and bear no relation to anyone's reality...

And if you're wondering 'why the dog?' well, this is Moscow. There's ALWAYS a dog around somewhere.


Oh, and want to join in the 'Front Flower Bed Spring-Watch' fun? (I must do something about that title). Feel free to add your post to the McLinky which I will add below just as soon as they've acknowledged receipt of my subscription (why is nothing ever easy?).