Thursday, 12 February 2009

I wish I could explain this

My children are singing about turnips. Constantly. It's a bit disconcerting.

Last weekend apparently I fell asleep in the afternoon for a little while. We were having one of those family hugs-that-almost-turn-into-a-wrestling-match-until-someone-gets-hit-or-kicked-or-punched-and-it-all-goes-terribly-wrong and I was comfy enough in my position on the couch that I dozed off on my husband. The menfolk of the family amused themselves while I snored slumbered peacefully by singing a variety of songs. And replacing the lyrics with their own versions, featuring turnips. No, I don't know why. I'm sure it seemed like a good idea at the time.

The freaky bit came on Monday morning in the car on the way to school when all three males in the car suddenly burst into "Breakfast in America" by Supertramp. You know, the one that goes "Take a look at my turnip, Cos it's the only one I got. Not much of a turnip, I never seem to get a lot...." The interesting part is that, despite the fact I was unaware of where this came from, it did not faze me at all - impromptu songs about root vegetables at 8am? Quite normal.

The boys are on half term tomorrow and are being palmed off on my sister-in-law (who lives over the road) for the morning which they are very much looking forward to. They are going to hang out in her house, watching DVDs, playing games and writing stories. So basically doing exactly what they do in our house, but doing it about 100 yards to the south. Which makes all the difference.

And in the best news I have had for ages, Shauna kindly told me that Focus (you remember Focus don't you?) are playing in Glasgow again in April and I managed to book tickets this evening. And this time we booked for dinner too so we can have a seat (because we are getting on a bit) and have our dinner while watching the weirdly entertaining Whimwise before getting up and dancing to Dutch prog rock. A splendid evening in prospect, even better if we get to have a pint of fizzy pop with Shauna and the legendary Dr G!


  1. Somehow I can see my boys singing the 'turnip' song eventually, seeing how hysterical they find alternate lyrics to be. ;-)

  2. Turnips! LOL! Reminds me of the time when my friend and I spent an entire Higher Music lesson replacing hymn lyrics with the word 'pie'. It amused us A LOT! (It still does - oh dear.)

  3. Mine make up songs containing the words 'dinosaur pooh, for me and you,' over and over and over again. It's a boy thing lol.

  4. Some of this is right over my head. "Prog" rock? Fizzy pop -- as opposed to what other kind of pop? Whimwise? I swear, sometimes I feel like you're not even in this country

  5. PS: Why am I not on your list of obsessively read blogs? I see you there all the time. What do I need to do to make you my blog slave?

  6. family hugs-that-almost-turn-into-a-wrestling-match-until-someone-gets-hit-or-kicked-or-punched-and-it-all-goes-terribly-wrong
    Oh, yeah - have experienced plenty of those!