Some interesting guesses there, folks. I think I have to award the honour of being closest to XUP who thought it was a cannon cake. Whilst it is in fact papier mache and therefore inedible (unless you are four) it is indeed a cannon. Mons Meg to be precise. If you grew up anywhere near Edinburgh you will have at some point been on a visit to Edinburgh Castle and you will, almost certainly, have stuck your head in Meg. It is almost compulsory. Second Born recently participated in this age-old ritual and then along with the rest of his class, made a model of Meg which he gifted to Husband.
What the photograph fails to adequately capture is the.....how can I put this?......."Ann Summers S&M Catalogue" quality of the model. From certain angles, it is really quite disturbing. Husband and I tried very hard not to catch each other's eye when SB was handing it over. It is now sitting in pride of place on top of the radio in our bedroom where I'm kind of hoping it freaks out the window cleaner next time he comes round. I can't imagine what 25 of the things looked like all drying in rows together in SB's classroom at school. His teacher deserves a medal.
Today has been uneventful, full of laundry (who knew we had so many clothes?) and trying to find sandals for FB. He appears to now be too big for children's shops to stock his size but too small for adult ranges. Where exactly do I go to find sandals for an eleven year old in size 5? I am hoping the answer to that is Canada given that we leave tomorrow.
XUP was also kind enough to try to cajole me into dumping my family and jumping on a flight to Ottawa to stay with her and Alison (I am not sure if she asked Alison first if this was okay, especially given the well-documented Toast Issues between the three of us). If my children's enthusiastic renditions of AC/DC tracks get too much for me, I will give that definite consideration, okay?