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What We Are Up To

It seems that the days are just flying by in that new baby haze of busyness.  We wake up and then woosh, its bedtime.

But of course, its not all new baby centred...we are getting back into the groove of being ourselves, not just Georgia's mother, brother and father.

Ellis has a new obsession with bubbles...they MUST be blown everyday. I am heading off to the grocery story this afternoon to buy the ingredients for this bubble recipe, as we are going through a couple of pints a week!!!


He also talks all of the time. From the moment he opens his eyes in the morning, until he collapses at the end of the day.  I have to admit that I love talking with him and listening to the things that come out of his little brain. His current obsession is with 'sunnytime'.  This time of year, it never gets dark, so Ellis is CONVINCED he can stay up as long as he wants to, "But I can't go to bed, mama!  Its Sunnytime!"

He also continues to be ever so slightly mad, and spent much of yesterday like this:

things to do with a box

Kevin continues to work away and his may be the only person in Britain looking forward to Big Brother (please note: I didn't marry him for his taste in TV).

I have decided to go to boot camp and get my creativity charged up, not least because I have to take photographs for a wedding in a few weeks and want to do everything I can to take good pictures for my friends. There may be random photos popping up on the blog, like my interpretation of yesterday's theme picnic:

Picnicking, 3 Year Old Style

I have really started cooking again.  Being dairy free really forces me to think about what we are eating and is getting me out of the rut of eating the same things every week.

I am also off to collect some elderflower for cordial fritters.  I have been eyeing the bushes in the park every day for the last week and I think they are about to pop!

Oh and look away now, if you are in any way squeamish. This is the living logic of why this blog is called Slugs on the Refrigerator. This beast was on our countertop to greet us on Monday morning.

enormous slug

And yes, I am still afraid of slugs.

Mother Nature (or Slugs on the Refrigerator)



Today, Ellis and I woke up luxuriously at 7:30am. Kevin was just getting ready to go to work and decided to help him with his “chore” of feeding the fish. For a couple of days, we’ve been worried about our spotted fish, Pebbles. He’s been acting a bit wierd. This morning, Kev called me up stairs to see something on Pebbles’ back...a big yellowish lump.

After much research online, I realised that Pebbles had a tag-a-long...a fish louse. This small crustacean latches onto fish and sucks their blood, then lays thousands of eggs to feast on my poor fish. I fretted all day...checked on Pebbles and was petrified that I would come upstairs to find dear old P belly up (Some of you may know that I have been fretting about these fish since we got them, they just seem so fragile).

On one of my checks, I noticed that the louse was gone. Pebbles seemed pretty much back to normal and all was well...until I saw this tiny crab chasing my fish around the tank. Pebbles was relatively calm, but Gladiator was in full panic. I knew I had to rescue them. Of course, Ellis had been playing with the new fish net and it was no where to be found. I only had one choice. I ran downstairs an grabbed the only implement I thought could do the antique silver serving spoon. I chased that louse all around the house (well, Pebbles and Gladiator’s house) and finally I caught it...and then flushed it straight down the toilet.

I have to admit, I was not completely calm. I couldn’t stop itching and I was soooooooooo disgusted. Lice in my fish tank, eating my fish. Well, I did what anyone in my adopted homeland would do, went downstairs to make a cup of tea.

As I walked into the kitchen, I looked at the fridge and saw slugs. Two small and one HUGE slug climbing up my refrigerator. I hate slugs. They are the single most vile things in the world and I can not stand to even look at them. It is the major downside of living where we do, as the place is heaving with them. I completely flipped out.

After a lot of pacing, phoning Kevin and laboured breathing, I decided that I had to do something...the largest of the slugs was sitting on top of one of the take away menus. I held my breath, grabbed the menu with slug and walked it to the bin at the end of the garden. I HATE SLUGS.

Nature...i love so many of your creations, but really, slugs and fish lice? Couldn’t you have just left those out? Oh and midges, mosquitos, those flying ants and hairy caterpillars...I feel very itchy.