Funny things Issy says…

So Issy’s speech is mega amazing now, I checked on the Speechamazingator v.1.7 Mk3 today, she got a score of amazeten, that’s ten times amazing.

That’s science, I’ve got a BSc, which means I’m a scientist and I’m right.

Back to my point, this week gone Issy has said some things that have made me chuckle to myself quite a lot. Some say I’m quite a strict dad, I prefer to think of myself as just a very excellent dad helping Issy to behave herself and not be naughty.

So Issy seems to use quite a few grown up phrases and is oddly polite for such a young ‘un, coupled with the usual crazy stuff toddlers say this makes for some entertaining conversations.

I said to her yesterday “Issy can you help me tidy away your toy food”, to which she replied “Of course I can Daddy!”, which I thought was a very helpful and polite response for a 2.5 year old.

Earlier this week Holly said “Issy, I’m asking you nicely to come and have a bath” whilst Issy clambered about the sofa, smearing Crayola ink stains everywhere as they rubbed off her legs. Issy’s response…

“Mummy, I’m asking you nicely to not put me in the bath”.

Neither of us could come up with a response to that…

Now this one is less fun, and a little bit sad, as Issy had woken up at 5.15am crying, properly going for it, something had upset her in a dream. I ran in to try and calm her down, and asked her what was wrong. In her half awake state she replied with…

“I want peas on my other dinner daddy!”… a few minutes patting her on the back and reassuring her that she could have peas tonight for dinner, and she was asleep again. Clearly the fact that we’d used the last of the peas the night before was tormenting her.

She’s also started quoting her current favourite film, Monsters Inc, which is creepy when quite out of the blue she says things “Give me the child!” in a creepy voice, and “She’s seen too much!”

But probably the funniest thing she’s said recently, was “Oh my god…” as she ran into the hallway to choose some shoes to go to the park in.

There was no problem or panic, so an OMG seemed quite out of context, but it was funny to see her bounding up to the shoe box and merrily vocalizing her panic at the situation.

Kids (or children if you don’t like the word Kid being used for human children) actually do say the funniest things.

Issy and the alphabet

Whilst I’m on the subject of Issy talking, she’s starting to learn the alphabet. Back in july she used to sing this over and over again

“A b baby a b c, a b baby abc…”, and then she’d finished with “a b baby, a b c, d”.

Now, she’s progressed to this…

“melamy poo, s o u” and “s u double, s u q, s u double…” and now “white a white a window, white a white a white”

“Melamy poo” is LMNOPQ I think.
“s u q double” is STUVW almost…

and “white a white a window”… no idea which letters those are supposed to be.

Oh and just now “s o j, elemeny q, eye spy with my little eye”, which she sang whilst putting pencils up her trousers.

Also, she sings loudly, very loudly.

And she’s just thrown all her pens on the floor one by one whilst sitting at her desk, then said “Mummy, you pick them up.”

She is cool.

Life goes on

I have had one hell of a busy month.

I’ve moved house, from Stoke Bishop to Southmead… some might say that’s a downgrading… well you’re right. The road I’ve moved onto is not as nice as the one I’ve just left, but it’s not too bad really… just the pub is a bit noisy on saturday night.

Holly, Issy and myself are now living in a 3 bed house with lots of space for all my “junk” or “crap”, or as I like to call it, memorabilia.

The house is still full of piles of boxes, it took us about 2 weeks to move. We didn’t get the keys to our house till 3 days after the original date. Haart, our estate agent, have pretty much done everything wrong.

We signed for the house on May 12th and gave payment details for a £350 agency fee. When we went to move in on 11am Monday 18th June, the following list of problems began to arise:

Monday 18th, 10:30am : Haart call to say they haven’t collected the gas safety certificate yet, can we come in half an hour later at 11:30am.

Monday 18th, 11:30am: We arrive at Haart’s fishponds office to find out, there is no gas safety certificate, and they probably can’t get one today. Haart say “SOrry, but it’s the landlords fault not ours”.

Tuesday 19th, 4:30pm: Holly and I finally arrive at the house to sign for the contract, but on arrival we find the house is dirty, mud on the carpets, sink covered in grime, and none of the painting and decorating has been done. I get very angry and ask for a full refund.

Wednesday 20th, 11am: Holly and I sign the contract after getting a 50% refund on our agency fee. Haart say it’s the landlords fault it’s not cleaned, and they’ll do some of the painting – Holly and I start cleaning.

Wednesday 20th, 2pm: I find out that the decorators have painted the outside of the house when we asked them to paint the inside, and also the washing machine door seal has rotted and is covered in fungus.

Thursday 21st, 1:30pm: I finish painting and decorating in the house, the Latvian cleaners finish cleaning the rest of the house.

Thursday 21st, 2pm: Holly and I move in the first load of boxes…

So we didn’t start moving stuff in for 3 days. I’d taken 3 days off work so I was bloody angry at Haart for mucking us about. I spoke to a few different people from Haart and they all said sorry, but none of them admitted any fault. It wasn’t till I spoke to the manager, Simon, that he finally gave a meaningful apology by accepting the fault was theirs. He also got us a refund of 50% of the agency fee, £175.

A few days later, when we’d nearly finished moving in, Simon called again to say they’d forgotten to charge the £420 agency fee, and because of this they couldn’t pay the landlord, and couldn’t give us a refund. So they had all our deposit and all our rent, but basically refused to pay the (now angry) landlord until they had the agency fee. And instead of taking the difference on the refund, they “had” to take the full amount again before giving a refund.

The other problem, was we’d paid the VAT on the agenct fee when we paid the rent… so turns out we were due a £210 refund not £175.

So I paid it and got everyhting sorted out, and we’ve now had our refund of… £175.
They still owe us £35 pounds… plus the £25 for the skanky washing machine seal.

The moral of the story, Haart are the worst estate agents I’ve ever dealt with. Kingsley Thomas are very awful… Haart are 10 times worse. They are incompetent, unproffessional and I will be leaving them as soon as possible.

Anyway, we’re moved in now… but I’ve just got back from a weeks camping holiday… Holly and Issy are visiting Reading for the week so I’m just going to be unpacking boxes on my own for a week! But as we’ve no internet installed it’ll give me something to do at least.

In amongst all the troubles with moving, I’ve also started playing World of Warcraft… a bit late to the party, but I can see why people can get so addicted to it… I may have played a bit too much to relieve stress, instead of packing boxes and cleaning the old property. I’ve also replaced many bits of the car that have fallen off/apart this month, and been training for my next Taekwon-Do grading next week! And finally, I’ve had to recruit a replacement developer for the excellent Tom Riley, who is sadly leaving us at Comcar.

Anyways, this blog has mostly been a rant about how RUBBISH HAART ESTATE AGENTS ARE. Also, if you google them (which I should have done before I took the property with them) you will find lots of other tenants and landlords who say they are awful, they are only interested in sales. They don’t care about rented properties.

Blurgh.

Either way, I’m going rally driving with my brother tomorrow, and next week (hopefully) I’ll be a Yellow belt, or 8th Kup, my first fully coloured belt (currently I’m yellow tag, which is still white, but with a yellow stripe on it).

I’ll be back soon with a less whiny and more interesting post, possibly with some drawings in it.

Beer, dairy and running

I’m running the 10k on the 20th May, I think that’s 2 weeks tomorrow. I’ve managed 3k so far… hmmm, not sure if I’ll make it.

But if I don’t, never mind, I’m really just using it to get me off my arse and training for the half marathon in September, which is 21k and the whole Carmen Data Ltd office is running it, except Xavi, but because he has a dodgy knee, not because he’s lazy or anything like that. Anyway my money’s on Tom, he ran about 20k in 1 hour 25 mins the other day.

So I’m trying to do a bit more running at the moment, and it feels pretty good even if I am not quite hitting my targets.

Coupled with that, Holly has given up Dairy and Alcohol during her final exams. So she’s got about 3 more weeks of that to go, and she’s been doing it for about 2 weeks already. I’m trying to join her, but I’m not as strict as her.

I’ve stopped eating butter, cheese and chocolate and I’ve stopped drinking milk. Neither of us are being 100% strict, Holly has had a Pizza and one Ice Cream, and a white tea in about 2 weeks. I’ve had 3 choc chip digestives, a milky tea and coffee, 2 Ice cream sundaes, shared that aforementioned Pizza with Holly, I think Matt Leach put butter in my bacon sandwich. So I’m not as strict as Holly… I’ve also drunk maybe 3 or 4 beers in that time. Holly hasn’t had any at all.

However, for me I’m actually pretty much fasting… I live on milk, cheese and chocolate… and red meat. The cheese and milk I can cope without. Red meat I still have plenty of.

But chocolate… I miss chocolate so much… a few choc chip digestive haven’t satisfied me at all. I want a big fucking slab of chocolate and I want to eat it, I want to eat it so bad. No stupid bits of biscuit and other nonsense, just plain old chocolate all over my face.

And beer… I’ve had a few beers at the pub, not really many, not compared to usual. But I want to drink beer at home… I like a beer or 2 when I’m writing code! A couple (or 8) coffees to get me started, then a couple of beers to wind down in the evening, then another 2 coffees to keep me going till 2am, then collapse in bed having written some excellent code, and probably done some tweeting.

So basically, this health drive thing I’m on does make me feel physically better, I might keep away from cheese and milk… but I seriously want some chocolate, and I want my beer back.

My first box of recycling

My last post was on 13th June, and then on the 19th June I moved house, so I’ve been a tad busy sorting things out in the new place. But I’ve finally rebuilt one of my many PCs and connected it to the TV in the living room. I’ve opted for my nicest looking DELL PC with matching wireless DELL keyboard and mouse, as I’m getting quite into the whole black electronics thing. Unfortunately my nice big TV is resting on top of a stand made out of pieces of old futon for the time being.

I’m half way through sorting out all the changes of address on things like my driving licence, menmbership to various places, bank statements etc. We’ve got half the rooms in the house sorted. The Kitchen, Issy’s room, the toilet and the bathroom are all sorted. But the living room is missing some furniture… which has actually gone missing as the removal company that were storing it can’t seem to find the crate full of furniture that belongs to my parents. The sofa I ordered doesn’t fit through the front door so a smaller version is being brought round next week to see if that fits, and we have our bedroom furnitutre being delivered on Saturday.

So after this weekend we’ll just be missing some stuff for the living room, but it’s pretty comfy at the moment thanks to my Grandparents lending me some chairs.

So I’m getting quite into the cohabiting thing with Holly, like when I forget my sandwiches for work I can get them delivered And we got our new Dyson hoover recently, which is uber cool, there’s so many bits that come off and click back on, some for cleaning, some are attachments, and I have no idea why you can take some of the pieces of, but anyway it’s such a cool hoover… the flat was supposedly clean when we moved in but after a week the Dyson picked up so much dust and crap off the floor and you can see it all instantly it’s disgusting yet intriging. Of course as Issy learns to crawl, which she’s not far off doing, she’ll start to transport more food around, so the Dyson will become even more useful and impressive and probably a lot less fun and a lot more like a chore.

And talking of Issy crawling and eating, today she managed to pick up a rusk and then chew on it for the first time, at least the first time I’ve seen her do it. She usually either waves the rusk around then throws it, or opens her mouth and waits for you to feed it to her.

Some more progress that Issy is making is that she can lift her bum up in the air with her legs, or lift her chest up in the air with her arms, or finally you can put her bum and chest up in the air yourself and she’ll hold herself up on all 4s, but as soon as she starts to move she flops down onto her tummy and just rolls around on the floor like a big excited sausage. But she’ll be crawling soon and mushing banana and rusk into the USB ports on the front of this PC in no time.

One final thing before I try and dual install this copy of XP alongside Ubuntu, I was very excited to put my very full box of recycling out this morning for the first time in the new falt, and also very happy to see it all recycled and empty when I got home.

But the one thing I don’t get, is why the council seem to not like recycling cardboard. Isn’t it like the easiest thing to recycle?