tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10192953463352325102024-03-05T18:59:58.286-08:00Sylvanian Beaver FamilyFollow the lives of the little
Beaver family and their
adopted baby Hedgehog.Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-86232655758850918782022-11-05T07:25:00.003-07:002022-11-05T07:25:46.883-07:00Mischief Managed<p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mrs Beaver called the Neptunes as soon as they landed in France.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVMl2S7KLHcQeRHvfE77Ur1L89uOhcYcMiEWPTr0rgVBXtGq80LqvG9aGTjiuEf3XBiJM_AoYzIRJrp04zWX7kEmOOICTKXxHXh-hSmb5azJJk617CZ-ckIZnv4TPStVo7gAhZAfTsR380RJ77dcKm-IiIzma1WI84YiGzm1EdU1XRBJZMLFtsE1cqzQ/s5472/roof%20peeps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVMl2S7KLHcQeRHvfE77Ur1L89uOhcYcMiEWPTr0rgVBXtGq80LqvG9aGTjiuEf3XBiJM_AoYzIRJrp04zWX7kEmOOICTKXxHXh-hSmb5azJJk617CZ-ckIZnv4TPStVo7gAhZAfTsR380RJ77dcKm-IiIzma1WI84YiGzm1EdU1XRBJZMLFtsE1cqzQ/s320/roof%20peeps.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Mr Neptune, Mrs B has just called apparently the little ones are on the roof!"<br />"Don't worry, my dear, I've got the little roof-top rascals!"<br />"It's okay, Mrs B, they're back down!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Knowing that the little ones were safe, the Beavers picked up their higher car (that happened to be a two seater convertible!) and headed into Paris centre!</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGuV4KFspvLD9afxOaXi_QQ74BlkQlyWjndrOLJX7QbAVLnDgM_SMeKDqJCYWvGhrZSDd8z7B2g5eIBhIMLqEO5CfPcfNLtnAyCeBOYJnqd6rxhFRqZQ5rYemDVLY3J8Oent1W_NVTjiUzeteqbtREklA720psCc_ob5jntf2VyxSluxxL1lJwKX_6QA/s5472/arch%20de%20triumph%20beavers%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGuV4KFspvLD9afxOaXi_QQ74BlkQlyWjndrOLJX7QbAVLnDgM_SMeKDqJCYWvGhrZSDd8z7B2g5eIBhIMLqEO5CfPcfNLtnAyCeBOYJnqd6rxhFRqZQ5rYemDVLY3J8Oent1W_NVTjiUzeteqbtREklA720psCc_ob5jntf2VyxSluxxL1lJwKX_6QA/s320/arch%20de%20triumph%20beavers%2001.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Mr B, I do love the busy city traffic!"<br />"I'm glad one of us does!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">To de-stress after the long drive, Mr B set up his traveling art studio and got to painting the Eiffel Tower.</span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFImJOHlOPalYoT9Zpusfl9PbJ0B5VCHGWUaLJu2-7kg8_qtYIxlrX0wIdzVEoAv0PRIUsZCTwqays23lhnPabFEQQ42clr69B1WhFxgddmKtQcDZjum4sgO7fkavzFOUb8yp72QIAONZFzvpqnsHOUXcR15vHAos8gi23noYBJzO97DoE8p5GrLAf-w/s5472/eiffel%20tower%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFImJOHlOPalYoT9Zpusfl9PbJ0B5VCHGWUaLJu2-7kg8_qtYIxlrX0wIdzVEoAv0PRIUsZCTwqays23lhnPabFEQQ42clr69B1WhFxgddmKtQcDZjum4sgO7fkavzFOUb8yp72QIAONZFzvpqnsHOUXcR15vHAos8gi23noYBJzO97DoE8p5GrLAf-w/s320/eiffel%20tower%2001.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"I'll never not love painting this!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Then he pusuaded Mrs B to stop by his most favourite building in all of France. Sleeping Beauty's castle at Disneyland Paris!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEmgXJKFrGxoFQbn-qrTfBQvZvejFCqor7w0sq-5l03pLt9u5U81XflfAN_FYR46ZBgAOCssZTJOsqOeCWyvinWvJ8Fw0wstKLOOUp8KfEo8x8KFGm3plftshOj_biC_B2C4Cs1dGeiUSlI4UDn1h3cG57cLOLN2v0idRsQMoPMSTVQ-JqP7xQPw5UA/s5472/castle%20beaver%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEmgXJKFrGxoFQbn-qrTfBQvZvejFCqor7w0sq-5l03pLt9u5U81XflfAN_FYR46ZBgAOCssZTJOsqOeCWyvinWvJ8Fw0wstKLOOUp8KfEo8x8KFGm3plftshOj_biC_B2C4Cs1dGeiUSlI4UDn1h3cG57cLOLN2v0idRsQMoPMSTVQ-JqP7xQPw5UA/s320/castle%20beaver%2001.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Mr B, If the little ones find out we've been here without them, they're not going to be very happy with us!"<br /><br /></i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">When they arrived home after their wonderful trip, Mr B decided to get his painted framed before picking up the little ones.<br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWzHErXAhq1-Zh7mUhZVmjmswsV49-Ht-WFes9v2RVPjruJalS6TZtMzuBK58CsBsHdgfrnM9Y6ixfojbbdukBiSRFy2VRRa7nKMyroT9FU6pAE7Mqe_zYDKhp8_YEYCTaogJ83GNk1-ywrPjPecPYue0hOY6he1bMuR-b1dJirS1Xbeue04cxaHkNBA/s5472/studio%20paris%2002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3078" data-original-width="5472" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWzHErXAhq1-Zh7mUhZVmjmswsV49-Ht-WFes9v2RVPjruJalS6TZtMzuBK58CsBsHdgfrnM9Y6ixfojbbdukBiSRFy2VRRa7nKMyroT9FU6pAE7Mqe_zYDKhp8_YEYCTaogJ83GNk1-ywrPjPecPYue0hOY6he1bMuR-b1dJirS1Xbeue04cxaHkNBA/s320/studio%20paris%2002.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Let me take pictures and put them on-line, I bet you'll get lots of interest on an on-line shop"<br />"On what line, Mrs B? A washing line?"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div>Next stop was to pick up the little ones. They really couldn't wait to hear all about their seaside getaway!</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibtG7q_NkjFVYXP-vShnJbc6KpOg9HJ_SrFwR2wEQaYu5dVF12_OX81qnbuoXxjEZTWJyCMXbfNtFhOQcog-bFQMf-WRmbam_0m9rOUCS3m1-foEJSrcGNJW6Qmh3fVWvYjBKoc5OkaJQIup1VZQbQSToIWOm3j9ytMOmDbv2OZXkubTGgMlC1CQIPPw/s5472/reunion%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibtG7q_NkjFVYXP-vShnJbc6KpOg9HJ_SrFwR2wEQaYu5dVF12_OX81qnbuoXxjEZTWJyCMXbfNtFhOQcog-bFQMf-WRmbam_0m9rOUCS3m1-foEJSrcGNJW6Qmh3fVWvYjBKoc5OkaJQIup1VZQbQSToIWOm3j9ytMOmDbv2OZXkubTGgMlC1CQIPPw/s320/reunion%2001.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"MOMMA POPPA! YOU'RE HERE!"<br />"Oh we've missed you so much! How was your stay?"<br />"You might want to sit down in the deck chair for this, we've had quite an adventure"<br /><br /></i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">To be continued...<br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><br /></div></div></div>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-59330841741754478212022-11-05T07:05:00.000-07:002022-11-05T07:05:39.700-07:00Trip to Paris<p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mrs B, suggested a little trip to Paris to get Mr B's creative juices flowing. He needed more paintings for his gallery as he'd sold all of his beach collection. The Neptune's offered to take the little ones for the weekend.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilyjx5sBHqKG2rvAoYE0n_KrnSezGukVavqxb_X_piG_BgCIn5vqjcxu4AasI4igorc6CYFhR4MEqA4Wc79XiBOU8SGheL38ECuyHR-9NCqfWX2XCLjCq2G-t4-SO1l-4IM0-EXwRtUlBjEYa64-qbez13oPah9NpUSUkzoj_Ki5ZEcfwJfVIC9l__Tg/s5472/light%20house%2001%20copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilyjx5sBHqKG2rvAoYE0n_KrnSezGukVavqxb_X_piG_BgCIn5vqjcxu4AasI4igorc6CYFhR4MEqA4Wc79XiBOU8SGheL38ECuyHR-9NCqfWX2XCLjCq2G-t4-SO1l-4IM0-EXwRtUlBjEYa64-qbez13oPah9NpUSUkzoj_Ki5ZEcfwJfVIC9l__Tg/s320/light%20house%2001%20copy.jpg" width="320" /></span></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Thank you so much for this! Now little ones, you behave for the Neptunes or we'll be getting a plane straight back!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">So off they went on their little adventure.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLoi0sLnKEfdFmgMpl36VSZPPGP5njeDPVBWUjAjoptNoa54xxrjXggR01wNmowgZkcVEyS9WZaMJ_3fVewDIhDDo_Nk72j92SguTIxYqD0Tl55LdwfMulC0S93jfqQ3Aa4xhmeyN6k48or92KP3dXVa3PqTXfnuEC9iKJ2bL25EI8A7QYLcDTZuRKpw/s5472/airport%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLoi0sLnKEfdFmgMpl36VSZPPGP5njeDPVBWUjAjoptNoa54xxrjXggR01wNmowgZkcVEyS9WZaMJ_3fVewDIhDDo_Nk72j92SguTIxYqD0Tl55LdwfMulC0S93jfqQ3Aa4xhmeyN6k48or92KP3dXVa3PqTXfnuEC9iKJ2bL25EI8A7QYLcDTZuRKpw/s320/airport%2001.jpg" width="320" /></span></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Oh Mr B, I do love the airport. There's something so exciting about them!"<br /><br /><br /></span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">When checking in, they had a wonderful surprise. They had been upgraded to first class!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiblUeKeBZM4uX0UzYZLaIU7OdYaqWk4kfK8YIYfOgalENIbMVPawMgeUmz_e43e6RR9PirtsnFQ6k2NO9ixf89FJlFHFBf9UZkCi0Qmx-HiVu_UV-UFEIHaQOecCpNT-CoRKSjToT7wjpBZjfr8FvL-_8inAf0ZS5_4T1ZoOody8qaofWmBYUqbzYLSA/s5472/boarding%20pass%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3078" data-original-width="5472" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiblUeKeBZM4uX0UzYZLaIU7OdYaqWk4kfK8YIYfOgalENIbMVPawMgeUmz_e43e6RR9PirtsnFQ6k2NO9ixf89FJlFHFBf9UZkCi0Qmx-HiVu_UV-UFEIHaQOecCpNT-CoRKSjToT7wjpBZjfr8FvL-_8inAf0ZS5_4T1ZoOody8qaofWmBYUqbzYLSA/s320/boarding%20pass%2001.jpg" width="320" /></span></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"I can't quite believe it Mr B! First class, oh I do feel posh!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia;">With first class came the complimentary Sylvanian Air Champaign Lounge. The Beavers where in airport bliss!</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WONA1GdO8QY_u5cYuWSM7nLuxPjolAvp-cDGGxAl14sCH9kJ23xWiSaupfr6nt7ZNemerIkP1dApTCXVK0ZXn5On0u9mkhNDGsG04udqlCEibQ8YQhA5XT_FywsUbSkXFPHAg48zZkkvQJ9n5eBpg1HwijFh5rjNz00q-kC7j17Tz-IYB4Kxw0r6lA/s5472/departure%20lounge%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WONA1GdO8QY_u5cYuWSM7nLuxPjolAvp-cDGGxAl14sCH9kJ23xWiSaupfr6nt7ZNemerIkP1dApTCXVK0ZXn5On0u9mkhNDGsG04udqlCEibQ8YQhA5XT_FywsUbSkXFPHAg48zZkkvQJ9n5eBpg1HwijFh5rjNz00q-kC7j17Tz-IYB4Kxw0r6lA/s320/departure%20lounge%2001.jpg" width="320" /></span></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Is it bad that I'm not worried about the little ones?"<br />"Not at all, Mrs B, they'll be absolutely fine!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">But as they settled in their first class seats, and the plane took off over Sylvania, they spotted the lighthouse, and with it some mischief was happening!</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt8fhuHPcKp0wutrYsm5yG0MSKoFS125CIyGbEmBFLkzI0bv_UxfiliHSZrXhqUcAvDQKkal1dCSTFfeXNQ13Y_1qspaST3DAdWUQ1bc7mcROosoDE9a3WHXjxmz8DUmlsdEflbI9yh0-roqu3JM4uGNdQbYo1IwY8KHlSdWqoegkRq-xhXGkWbv_Oew/s5472/plane%2002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt8fhuHPcKp0wutrYsm5yG0MSKoFS125CIyGbEmBFLkzI0bv_UxfiliHSZrXhqUcAvDQKkal1dCSTFfeXNQ13Y_1qspaST3DAdWUQ1bc7mcROosoDE9a3WHXjxmz8DUmlsdEflbI9yh0-roqu3JM4uGNdQbYo1IwY8KHlSdWqoegkRq-xhXGkWbv_Oew/s320/plane%2002.jpg" width="320" /></span></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Mr Beaver? Is that Michael and Jerome on the roof?!"<br />"we shall call the Neptunes as soon as we land!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">To be continued...<br /><br /></span><div><br /><br /><p><br /><br /></p><p><br /></p><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p></div></div>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-42659183948091895502022-11-05T06:52:00.001-07:002022-11-05T06:52:09.339-07:00Mr B's New Gallery<p> <span style="font-family: georgia;">Mr Beaver, contacted his good friend, Mr Walnut, about the possibility of purchasing a property that could potentially be his gallery for his paintings. Mr Walnut had just the perfect place in mind!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOJNUxcWV-1bOVTM1qnezEQIQp6uTMrgpkeCGdm6AOkdKw_7zbExcXzcUxcRvp0oWOLiJS-VHg8CMaYX1zLzCyEi3ynsQ7uE-Lh78wkcF8x84mpfmAzq6S2lpssgF2HJ-W4uz87Yjw6Uh_ARP9VMPgN1meivhF2nJEDvaISz4oeIZwtHGj8RbTyp_rw/s5472/for%20sale%2002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOJNUxcWV-1bOVTM1qnezEQIQp6uTMrgpkeCGdm6AOkdKw_7zbExcXzcUxcRvp0oWOLiJS-VHg8CMaYX1zLzCyEi3ynsQ7uE-Lh78wkcF8x84mpfmAzq6S2lpssgF2HJ-W4uz87Yjw6Uh_ARP9VMPgN1meivhF2nJEDvaISz4oeIZwtHGj8RbTyp_rw/s320/for%20sale%2002.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"You know, Mr Beaver, I think this is it!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Just like that, Mr B, bought the building. He just had to tell Mrs B now!<br /><br /></span><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLgmQUqzEKtmYmPW7xDvLWQnh6SAkizP33LV81jP7QC0FmuSngUPssiRCTS4ITsB4lu7GXRnC1CRY-URRJz5kX_FhmQwsr04fDXn44CH5rXsuxBq7WMgA3wAFMdKsyRimyoVs_G4F8s_C1FfpG2dKXNwlXqJ-Fu7BvolNy4X5zBLgKxoiNyR3crdt9rg/s5472/sold%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLgmQUqzEKtmYmPW7xDvLWQnh6SAkizP33LV81jP7QC0FmuSngUPssiRCTS4ITsB4lu7GXRnC1CRY-URRJz5kX_FhmQwsr04fDXn44CH5rXsuxBq7WMgA3wAFMdKsyRimyoVs_G4F8s_C1FfpG2dKXNwlXqJ-Fu7BvolNy4X5zBLgKxoiNyR3crdt9rg/s320/sold%2001.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"I can't wait for opening night, Mr B!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">So that everyone was in good spirits before telling them he'd bought the gallery, Mr B treated the whole family to ice cream!<br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigAXvgA-vYoftPR11o8-ml4fg6vmcPQxViAPhu3gySidEAN3nantfqnVpQUlj7Po6w6lZ6algKYtKmbeBhapGid38GjOK8TfKhD94E6i0GfxlnThg7_ZdnqlHqckPpoaVFPx-S_04qGxYFPR2l1kR0yOqhjwBVkWri3SEhew4-H1EW7EKXRNug1oGN3g/s5472/gallery%20ice%20creams%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigAXvgA-vYoftPR11o8-ml4fg6vmcPQxViAPhu3gySidEAN3nantfqnVpQUlj7Po6w6lZ6algKYtKmbeBhapGid38GjOK8TfKhD94E6i0GfxlnThg7_ZdnqlHqckPpoaVFPx-S_04qGxYFPR2l1kR0yOqhjwBVkWri3SEhew4-H1EW7EKXRNug1oGN3g/s320/gallery%20ice%20creams%2001.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /></i></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"How's your cookie dough Mrs B?"<br />"Delicious. Now why are we eating our delicious ice-creams in here? and why is it filled with your paintings?<br />"Well, I might have bought it!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mrs B, being supportive as ever, began to organise the gallery opening night. She was going to help make it a real success!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPC5Hvyo-6kP3cnewR3tKsDLCU_4fcreqOqki4JC3dWB0QSY1xWfO0bnWpoNyjwe7-V4zZco-q7wwC5pTKtwmPE1HAAl1dq367UO0uskM6LDgwk-JtFQXR_PnSKc7xjVS8aS-P7U5np7o72DFeQDutYtcuuSd7opzxCr7Sh4dPNHdK0Yrg1ywvuDavmA/s5472/opening%20night%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPC5Hvyo-6kP3cnewR3tKsDLCU_4fcreqOqki4JC3dWB0QSY1xWfO0bnWpoNyjwe7-V4zZco-q7wwC5pTKtwmPE1HAAl1dq367UO0uskM6LDgwk-JtFQXR_PnSKc7xjVS8aS-P7U5np7o72DFeQDutYtcuuSd7opzxCr7Sh4dPNHdK0Yrg1ywvuDavmA/s320/opening%20night%2001.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Well here goes, Mrs B. Thank you for everything. I don't know what I'd do without you, the gallery looks incredible!"<br />"Mr B, it's your paintings that make it incredible. Now cheers to what will be a great evening!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Opening night was a roaring success! Before Mr B evening finished his opening speech he sold his first painting!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9VNSc75B9pTd-iPoQHi-eVSdFb9A2CozLAaLyG0fu-8w3tZuWSBvTN5lsjFsEPR_giUN4RWGMAU66MFO09dzKMrv5oA3NAJQLhUTZJuVbOeJA_j2avj6s7FHq5WmWs3fqtysyoOr6zlCOZIyAwO8O7Ki44R2ubmphwnKzJmkQ-IJtcLBYyByiOt7iw/s5472/gallery%20opening%2002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9VNSc75B9pTd-iPoQHi-eVSdFb9A2CozLAaLyG0fu-8w3tZuWSBvTN5lsjFsEPR_giUN4RWGMAU66MFO09dzKMrv5oA3NAJQLhUTZJuVbOeJA_j2avj6s7FHq5WmWs3fqtysyoOr6zlCOZIyAwO8O7Ki44R2ubmphwnKzJmkQ-IJtcLBYyByiOt7iw/s320/gallery%20opening%2002.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"I want to thank you all for coming to my..."<br />"I'LL TAKE IT! SOLD!"<br />"Oh, right, great, yes!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Mr B sold every painting. He couldn't quite believe it!</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaobLD4ebJTAFVm0nEUYW2Ux8RZaZTjLrLT2lDvQnYokOARcnRmyuyzmUc54CS1-vf7tbETzegxqvD26tIb5K9JAqiGUCs7wCaLxKvG8YkIHOiLaZUe4cDcj4MAAEax-_Z-0z-hle2LG7rDacPlqfHg5hE1b-yd2Ll0L7IDjQHouhhmxg73qt-677h6Q/s5472/gallery%20closes%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaobLD4ebJTAFVm0nEUYW2Ux8RZaZTjLrLT2lDvQnYokOARcnRmyuyzmUc54CS1-vf7tbETzegxqvD26tIb5K9JAqiGUCs7wCaLxKvG8YkIHOiLaZUe4cDcj4MAAEax-_Z-0z-hle2LG7rDacPlqfHg5hE1b-yd2Ll0L7IDjQHouhhmxg73qt-677h6Q/s320/gallery%20closes%2001.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"I believe it dear, your marvellous!"<br />"Now we just have to get them ready for shipping!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div>While wrapping and organising all the sold paintings, Michael decided to try his hand at a little bit of art.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlOFj4713MesdEMUb1hpSmigyqoLiPUUtHJiGx5PpWZt5kKEZ2ix63myQG234oaP_-4BKNSFTjIsA5bMupTg-I9Q-4j_VPji1i3ryx4yffaItcHPo62WkvGIylj4DuBmm9DU-Z7QPv8ReRBVRrHUgKxpz_bUIsZxq-aANeW2axa8bBfCJsgQ05IU3NYw/s5472/wrapping%20the%20paintings%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlOFj4713MesdEMUb1hpSmigyqoLiPUUtHJiGx5PpWZt5kKEZ2ix63myQG234oaP_-4BKNSFTjIsA5bMupTg-I9Q-4j_VPji1i3ryx4yffaItcHPo62WkvGIylj4DuBmm9DU-Z7QPv8ReRBVRrHUgKxpz_bUIsZxq-aANeW2axa8bBfCJsgQ05IU3NYw/s320/wrapping%20the%20paintings%2001.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"This is pretty easy!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtATIK780bDG5uc0JYMUzDIi7LmnlDxksqbRgbgY082mdIDia-FQJHDMrz-aafcheEBnWO1Bubl8qtY5ClM4yxGyvXRdOo2plLPTaZ5CfZ9kgNH7S04fLpSqYcXGgfXXzOZPqVRAKDm3mXHfGHqSnsMgXlfNfdupnsdWBdQDIQ1a6w6R9wQfUAkGDnew/s5472/michael%20painting%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtATIK780bDG5uc0JYMUzDIi7LmnlDxksqbRgbgY082mdIDia-FQJHDMrz-aafcheEBnWO1Bubl8qtY5ClM4yxGyvXRdOo2plLPTaZ5CfZ9kgNH7S04fLpSqYcXGgfXXzOZPqVRAKDm3mXHfGHqSnsMgXlfNfdupnsdWBdQDIQ1a6w6R9wQfUAkGDnew/s320/michael%20painting%2001.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"If Poppa can sell all his paintings and make some cash, I reckon I can too! I need me a new set of tricycle wheels!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-74779091400434862722022-07-12T09:01:00.000-07:002022-07-12T09:01:26.568-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mr Beaver was having a real bad case of Artists block.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_z76mKTETC66ER8KPEBlf76igvys1UOC4PDcNCy7ITivPWTydsBJ5Avw3gIR6zF491_Fw048c_NqUJnORsOdmLM8xg83DV-ARMvkhqRsslhsw8vLxjEaQNRPr7hoJOlIpQkRggusgeWPSJvuHGGAWpifLbT38sdPZnWl5Vuho4eaE_ClAwW2svEl4kQ/s5472/art%20studio%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_z76mKTETC66ER8KPEBlf76igvys1UOC4PDcNCy7ITivPWTydsBJ5Avw3gIR6zF491_Fw048c_NqUJnORsOdmLM8xg83DV-ARMvkhqRsslhsw8vLxjEaQNRPr7hoJOlIpQkRggusgeWPSJvuHGGAWpifLbT38sdPZnWl5Vuho4eaE_ClAwW2svEl4kQ/s320/art%20studio%2001.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"I just don't have any idea what to paint. Maybe a sandwich will help?"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Mrs Beaver suggested he take a little trip, see if he could find any inspiration in the big outdoors?</span><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0q-JERKwMXotwzTgmd0DTXkMJsAUSGTNH63srgWpBBoEF8dfwWZkZY5S3BrZwM-5wx_e-P4X2aFj7XNlDRhl0U7K-lZQS4jHSQCcXm-HZrcNqIqfZMDHYHh2ppYOX1ovDfsKGw1W6ihnhJUsniQfpmjdIuadXgToIYX38n1q-yNgR5OkuP_hmwzSJdQ/s5472/back%20pack%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0q-JERKwMXotwzTgmd0DTXkMJsAUSGTNH63srgWpBBoEF8dfwWZkZY5S3BrZwM-5wx_e-P4X2aFj7XNlDRhl0U7K-lZQS4jHSQCcXm-HZrcNqIqfZMDHYHh2ppYOX1ovDfsKGw1W6ihnhJUsniQfpmjdIuadXgToIYX38n1q-yNgR5OkuP_hmwzSJdQ/s320/back%20pack%2001.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Here you are Mr B, and I've packed you a nice sandwich. I know how they help you paint"<br />"Thank you, love. Lets hope they help."</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Mr B hiked all the way to the top of a nearby cliff, he was starting to feel a twinge of inspiration.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4APJOBTasps3EUIgZuam_533wyQfp-o2VWMFBV8LhQYtche7_LOay3RnRJ1MMpeBtTbH_VwjPDTUTT4WeQU-yDNvv56QxIgNNzQe-pZP7_WcNJev5MjjeFlDMg5DSztCEAQp1WAoW7EASLaHtVk5tSUH8uijTmkyFqupf12vuAXTwOuD66uXOLqBYw/s5472/Mr%20Beaver%20hike%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4APJOBTasps3EUIgZuam_533wyQfp-o2VWMFBV8LhQYtche7_LOay3RnRJ1MMpeBtTbH_VwjPDTUTT4WeQU-yDNvv56QxIgNNzQe-pZP7_WcNJev5MjjeFlDMg5DSztCEAQp1WAoW7EASLaHtVk5tSUH8uijTmkyFqupf12vuAXTwOuD66uXOLqBYw/s320/Mr%20Beaver%20hike%2001.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Oh yes, I feel I must paint!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">It was like magic. Mr B's Artists block was evaporating with every stroke of the brush.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KZyAS3ATPHh64D8YrmpwFku6IPOtFD3tIdvY0dGZa7BgHDSrqWT74U5ghnS9-R-2XKn-_lP0riQIH8fQwTH9CL8oKFgZq0mJmCi6dlA4vOTIE6CC6fUj_DD17gY0saXsnYqYumIRz78h2HtzvM2diixd1SWzx9wShjp6BiOYHGbtNsLi_bd9tQt9mA/s5472/Mr%20B%20painting%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="5472" data-original-width="3648" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KZyAS3ATPHh64D8YrmpwFku6IPOtFD3tIdvY0dGZa7BgHDSrqWT74U5ghnS9-R-2XKn-_lP0riQIH8fQwTH9CL8oKFgZq0mJmCi6dlA4vOTIE6CC6fUj_DD17gY0saXsnYqYumIRz78h2HtzvM2diixd1SWzx9wShjp6BiOYHGbtNsLi_bd9tQt9mA/s320/Mr%20B%20painting%2001.jpg" width="213" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"aaaah, that feels better. I've defiantly earned that sandwich Mrs B packed. I hope it's cheese and pickle, or a peanut butter and jam, either one really."</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">He settled down into his deck chair and enjoying the seen and what he'd just painted. When he noticed some kite surfers frolicking in the waves.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaLSr684X64N2ex0wsFkomEexZXdPjsExeGVKaiaSVkiDdmOuLjcD1C64eZ8uOn9WHLnwbtaoj5XSTI6-anuv3mV23-dFRqGPjPf7x-gPhFB2TB1KSLEg4_u7Ji801qL7VNjB9Wrc0H4xhFERA1Ev4bTIIHxb6LAyHSxgps8bEoCil-0oO-L2hsxJe5w/s5472/sandwich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaLSr684X64N2ex0wsFkomEexZXdPjsExeGVKaiaSVkiDdmOuLjcD1C64eZ8uOn9WHLnwbtaoj5XSTI6-anuv3mV23-dFRqGPjPf7x-gPhFB2TB1KSLEg4_u7Ji801qL7VNjB9Wrc0H4xhFERA1Ev4bTIIHxb6LAyHSxgps8bEoCil-0oO-L2hsxJe5w/s320/sandwich.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"I think I better leave the second half of this sandwich, I simply must paint those kite surfers!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">With inspiration in full swing, Mr B headed back down to the beach to paint.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOusGRZBsg0-DpMGrkW_pkJWIFIt0mnAEcvFpECQe4aimoz1LXecIWxgS6gip62aHohObaBwBXdJ9MfMyZgf76C27JkRdwyNurzGlI51xbP2dvPM8nngk14q6AIDqqaG5WoVKkBBFspBfylym-6ks3BivqEZVZh7fUl5BiWfxRcOLuJ3t_zpvKFyWFkw/s5472/kite%20surfers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOusGRZBsg0-DpMGrkW_pkJWIFIt0mnAEcvFpECQe4aimoz1LXecIWxgS6gip62aHohObaBwBXdJ9MfMyZgf76C27JkRdwyNurzGlI51xbP2dvPM8nngk14q6AIDqqaG5WoVKkBBFspBfylym-6ks3BivqEZVZh7fUl5BiWfxRcOLuJ3t_zpvKFyWFkw/s320/kite%20surfers.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Marvellous, just marvellous. One doesn't have to get ones feet wet to get involved in such strenuous activities. I can't wait to show Mrs B!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">After a long afternoon of painting, Mr B felt so much better. His Artistic flare was well and truly back!</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCrDXDSX1FomAPjFtfawmuk6XjTY2szTirD8V0t7SPX5M6cpWPG5c8S-sdQEbdzxuZVxIKUjn60g88cmWqwF1arKiEXzg8CVguYJxAvA2VfpBo_GS66CapMj83uLh8gdpVcga-I5TtXXrrSodqt2J8Zs8rY-QSOi7oDliqZ2PjBchkIwPe-ihR9WUFfA/s5472/paintings%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCrDXDSX1FomAPjFtfawmuk6XjTY2szTirD8V0t7SPX5M6cpWPG5c8S-sdQEbdzxuZVxIKUjn60g88cmWqwF1arKiEXzg8CVguYJxAvA2VfpBo_GS66CapMj83uLh8gdpVcga-I5TtXXrrSodqt2J8Zs8rY-QSOi7oDliqZ2PjBchkIwPe-ihR9WUFfA/s320/paintings%2001.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Oh Mr B, these are fantastic! I think you're ready for your first exhibition!"<br />"Do you really think so?"<br />"Yes, I do. Next job is to find a venue!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">and so it is to be continued...<br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /> </span></p></div></div></div></div>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-87750909756339971512022-01-05T10:02:00.007-08:002022-01-05T10:02:57.675-08:00Should have gone to Specsylvania<p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Every year, Mr and Mrs B loved to make the Christmas cake together.<br /><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjBNnf33Wl2_OMxDHf_-i7DDbu2WwkNZEU3jZIfAZOXYlA-e1sHV1jsoolAVD5fbt-hZGf8WDhT2kUWFSgr6qag16hK9L1ditfP-CICCijP9OruoIZ28xYNO1gNazO-TySnI7e39q58Z3iUO9v7Q68Cp4FwaAsf5dQt4tjW7C_reKiNdjZqxpfe2510ug=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjBNnf33Wl2_OMxDHf_-i7DDbu2WwkNZEU3jZIfAZOXYlA-e1sHV1jsoolAVD5fbt-hZGf8WDhT2kUWFSgr6qag16hK9L1ditfP-CICCijP9OruoIZ28xYNO1gNazO-TySnI7e39q58Z3iUO9v7Q68Cp4FwaAsf5dQt4tjW7C_reKiNdjZqxpfe2510ug=s320" width="320" /></span></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Mr B, have you been eating some of this dried fruit?"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHYOSCySI4zbCMfWpY_peQFrvlvXLMSkU-4MUUODFngWWeCAH1QjbTbJFz6EOHKyMBc1NyIsfY-gfIi7tpoavIUer0SXoMYRbIz5BRrcMj9vJv_JV943mvEvpyJYKn5gEi0VAz6br09FsSTaohEJAJz9kh-Ufy1bAOjmxWrBXwFqTzE4s-J6_WByXMCQ=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHYOSCySI4zbCMfWpY_peQFrvlvXLMSkU-4MUUODFngWWeCAH1QjbTbJFz6EOHKyMBc1NyIsfY-gfIi7tpoavIUer0SXoMYRbIz5BRrcMj9vJv_JV943mvEvpyJYKn5gEi0VAz6br09FsSTaohEJAJz9kh-Ufy1bAOjmxWrBXwFqTzE4s-J6_WByXMCQ=s320" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Nope"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Especially when it was time to use the brandy.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNhMlQcXhFi8FdOoFLePRTZy9jmS9BUW_hmCdwqn36lAcuMnwAQOCSGVdCgji67K7C8W2pGVz1DUh4YFtiNeC42-bGPwA03sfqNVU1aE1Y9PVfJ0jpbEYvCOPbDcZayQjo9v3c8QUs0kLWbsvijzKU48RrfkIXV4hN1XwiWsyPxQzZVWd-i0liUWRoow=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNhMlQcXhFi8FdOoFLePRTZy9jmS9BUW_hmCdwqn36lAcuMnwAQOCSGVdCgji67K7C8W2pGVz1DUh4YFtiNeC42-bGPwA03sfqNVU1aE1Y9PVfJ0jpbEYvCOPbDcZayQjo9v3c8QUs0kLWbsvijzKU48RrfkIXV4hN1XwiWsyPxQzZVWd-i0liUWRoow=s320" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"One for me, one for you, and one for the cake"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">But it was always a struggle the following morning.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_caakTva8vlZUIcELHakZw9D4S8EN6QkP5mEs8QcwusiCSg8uS75ri5a5yzo2Vq_C6te2p6N1RwhhHGB7NCpOd6X0eVDkFjcUjdKVLKgPNGDOcubK9QwEM3Q8onPV0-wjFKUYzM6_9brT4oLXtb6uDFT2KJWMMZalXLPPdibW_4eYkcQTbHccDlg27Q=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_caakTva8vlZUIcELHakZw9D4S8EN6QkP5mEs8QcwusiCSg8uS75ri5a5yzo2Vq_C6te2p6N1RwhhHGB7NCpOd6X0eVDkFjcUjdKVLKgPNGDOcubK9QwEM3Q8onPV0-wjFKUYzM6_9brT4oLXtb6uDFT2KJWMMZalXLPPdibW_4eYkcQTbHccDlg27Q=s320" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"You two always have a headache after baking the Christmas cake, I think you might be allergic. And Poppa, I found your glasses, I think they broke!"<br />"Great..."</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mrs Beaver insisted they go into town to buy Mr Beaver new glasses. Even though it was going to be very busy with Christmas shoppers. The fresh air would do them good!</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFL8fKFaXD2otpN1pge-nhokCNDNZ-brOFf72EoOF8xE5xor_56x20Iy2cHSvfxvrsFol5oU-pu_8fvSvSAg5RkXXDVr7Qj-AZX-szjWyIGJLIzdsL9G4CUfYuSp2HZqGeyEL5OfXOZ15UO3-Iw0ApUzWqAQX0YqHnenBORvK0cfix9VnsF0iHrc-Igg=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFL8fKFaXD2otpN1pge-nhokCNDNZ-brOFf72EoOF8xE5xor_56x20Iy2cHSvfxvrsFol5oU-pu_8fvSvSAg5RkXXDVr7Qj-AZX-szjWyIGJLIzdsL9G4CUfYuSp2HZqGeyEL5OfXOZ15UO3-Iw0ApUzWqAQX0YqHnenBORvK0cfix9VnsF0iHrc-Igg=s320" width="320" /></span></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"look at all the lovely decorations going up, Mr B"<br />"I can't see a thing, Mrs B"<br />"Right, let's get you to the opticians!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">It wasn't long before they got to the shop.<br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8VnrS_oZwX3k00MdXoXDof-oUrr2fLeNB-_b3-epGMi4ej-2kkhYv5G1-chkGJun0pae9AiffKZSg6omodTr8ssgSdpENFV47Yxs_fjCSsLlJI1l0OfpXxJ7ZYky_k4iWhXBsZcB394EEkqeqkfjzqhYOWu2LN7KQyNSHS7mN0tmKwv7UWmpAGnfMjQ=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8VnrS_oZwX3k00MdXoXDof-oUrr2fLeNB-_b3-epGMi4ej-2kkhYv5G1-chkGJun0pae9AiffKZSg6omodTr8ssgSdpENFV47Yxs_fjCSsLlJI1l0OfpXxJ7ZYky_k4iWhXBsZcB394EEkqeqkfjzqhYOWu2LN7KQyNSHS7mN0tmKwv7UWmpAGnfMjQ=s320" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"aaah, here we are!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">The optician was very surprised Mr B's glasses had lasted this long!</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjz6mASDnH_Pgzs0MHYrf11pQ2jfVGoLERD6_CHfXuIFexvUAvws6lXIPCigkCHPtdTISj1Cmvu4nBnKBdgwWZDtMvySEiRzfjf2Pkr7w_QSPsTZ0WKHToKmH3qkgfDNwfoo_G08uqPInPFusL2j9jBUdeGVufvE7Tr_-V5bQH5xm4R0EW-v4ep2zNZyA=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjz6mASDnH_Pgzs0MHYrf11pQ2jfVGoLERD6_CHfXuIFexvUAvws6lXIPCigkCHPtdTISj1Cmvu4nBnKBdgwWZDtMvySEiRzfjf2Pkr7w_QSPsTZ0WKHToKmH3qkgfDNwfoo_G08uqPInPFusL2j9jBUdeGVufvE7Tr_-V5bQH5xm4R0EW-v4ep2zNZyA=s320" width="320" /></span></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Very poor quality I'm afraid, you should have come to Specsylvania!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mr B found the perfect pair! Very different to what he would usually go for.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiU7GwUxg7DwWNqlp19MfioG7c1uPwMeTKpMg0hMLQ28AP5ZGE2Jf64eyu7Ld06LZoZrkebiQBEiIYbBS84M4zT1WCmLtmjZqtDOcKcTbNSNGOBzenh8R0phETUgVeuM-NIfW2mPcBNX0Fu8s6kRQjqMF4g4xcjzxm77ZIWzptf34k6b7qNG-uwBjS9Iw=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiU7GwUxg7DwWNqlp19MfioG7c1uPwMeTKpMg0hMLQ28AP5ZGE2Jf64eyu7Ld06LZoZrkebiQBEiIYbBS84M4zT1WCmLtmjZqtDOcKcTbNSNGOBzenh8R0phETUgVeuM-NIfW2mPcBNX0Fu8s6kRQjqMF4g4xcjzxm77ZIWzptf34k6b7qNG-uwBjS9Iw=s320" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"So sophisticated, Mr B!"<br />"I'll take them!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">As Mr B left the store, he felt like he was seeing everything in High Definition!</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjldNiDAxYDrgz0vMNBpSRpTw9v3wn7hfUiHo_eUE4Tc-AP6QzPYt4RI2Ks3KUu37bBxHgrfonGRh1tbNj242eR67zif0kMUO9vC9aq1TkZsl1Xe8nmQpjEr_CPQZ7Ah3wfVqN3mWnzBU5RcIC5HPqXWNRRXB-AB5slv2eKLt7F8U5JOZRdZCHJuVOi8Q=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjldNiDAxYDrgz0vMNBpSRpTw9v3wn7hfUiHo_eUE4Tc-AP6QzPYt4RI2Ks3KUu37bBxHgrfonGRh1tbNj242eR67zif0kMUO9vC9aq1TkZsl1Xe8nmQpjEr_CPQZ7Ah3wfVqN3mWnzBU5RcIC5HPqXWNRRXB-AB5slv2eKLt7F8U5JOZRdZCHJuVOi8Q=s320" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Will you look at all these lights, how beautiful! For being so patient with me Mrs B, I'd like to take you shopping for a treat!"<br />"Mr B, you don't have to do that... I have had my eye on something though..."</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />So Mr and Mrs B wondered down the highstreet to pick out something special.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2EhXfKKXW9kzs5lGW8bSVYBdKXUSXcfs0pkxnAilI0wKHhFX5uEGMIy4_8MbdYvL9tF0uiQjDV0hf1IQkFbKEPTPcjDel2YEX2zDcKE60M363ItL_ErXsP0E_AAk1W7MUoHg0ieInUgjYK8xiZD8chD90vKA50zqXsGzmVaMSg3H-XpHWc3a8WmbIPw=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2EhXfKKXW9kzs5lGW8bSVYBdKXUSXcfs0pkxnAilI0wKHhFX5uEGMIy4_8MbdYvL9tF0uiQjDV0hf1IQkFbKEPTPcjDel2YEX2zDcKE60M363ItL_ErXsP0E_AAk1W7MUoHg0ieInUgjYK8xiZD8chD90vKA50zqXsGzmVaMSg3H-XpHWc3a8WmbIPw=s320" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"It's in here, Mr B!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg0szWT-Nvz5pHsg8QNXKSpW-bqyK3g9coMi5bGyqH3HnYl5mj3ZeO-L6AfCLKg01UHAhbGlipdQy3dFRkgldjC_pIDj2h3e-lN0pnBpWnZlBTe-BCwPHtxocdN-LSz602PqgA5Ez0-dA8zxCHIAQBFbcNv-pNbLhCnhFg73MOjo1_vL0e2PfR8iqlX4Q=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg0szWT-Nvz5pHsg8QNXKSpW-bqyK3g9coMi5bGyqH3HnYl5mj3ZeO-L6AfCLKg01UHAhbGlipdQy3dFRkgldjC_pIDj2h3e-lN0pnBpWnZlBTe-BCwPHtxocdN-LSz602PqgA5Ez0-dA8zxCHIAQBFbcNv-pNbLhCnhFg73MOjo1_vL0e2PfR8iqlX4Q=s320" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Look at those shoes!"<br />"you must try them on, Mrs B!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnMARvkXzpITVFHs9Ap_ldSFAT3snunnhapXVuPH9NwHsPMZtvIbefhZVap-yQOPDVef6X38EudxE8dBq7eO8TBgxIE0_R7Bt7uoyBE57dyDrLofqyM1IsmZm22IfgQ8Ygvpgx0j-6JGxEdDOifz3tKymjI5gJLFjiQTLYvJAQd_ivH4cmrjhe5WemRA=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnMARvkXzpITVFHs9Ap_ldSFAT3snunnhapXVuPH9NwHsPMZtvIbefhZVap-yQOPDVef6X38EudxE8dBq7eO8TBgxIE0_R7Bt7uoyBE57dyDrLofqyM1IsmZm22IfgQ8Ygvpgx0j-6JGxEdDOifz3tKymjI5gJLFjiQTLYvJAQd_ivH4cmrjhe5WemRA=s320" width="320" /></span></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Oh yes, they're perfect! I saw a hat that would look fabulous with them!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />a few hours later...<br /><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh1KVqHJh7E9w77gD3JHvuPKNvDmKGMd5MtqxMzM6lutatvlATgIHAIfkJ-oo0Q6uNHbyWhXI_azcckvcDBuqSwBrrB6-qO4NJcPq_Aef5j9N99zLeOevAiECc4XylQeLt8Oc16F5mbEROI-jTBh6UgR2V-fmb5SmBLoGu9Khz_j3_B1y70prZjsoa57g=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh1KVqHJh7E9w77gD3JHvuPKNvDmKGMd5MtqxMzM6lutatvlATgIHAIfkJ-oo0Q6uNHbyWhXI_azcckvcDBuqSwBrrB6-qO4NJcPq_Aef5j9N99zLeOevAiECc4XylQeLt8Oc16F5mbEROI-jTBh6UgR2V-fmb5SmBLoGu9Khz_j3_B1y70prZjsoa57g=s320" width="320" /></span></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"I think I'm done Mr B, just one more stop before home!"<br />"right..."</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYZgIlyw9zyExhklV6OcrRDPeNid3sf_wlrzDtB5YIF9KIaC7ImTZOSx_c20zJH-ah44drPVutuGi25I25wGw_WZlSiTCbLVKp-tv0hU37apTUmYhY7z9wP-VWvZK3MhNH66oqD6zoPc75V0zKy2Vr3KcqFDTcCotliwdjxYJgK_yH10kLj7iL0YRFzQ=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYZgIlyw9zyExhklV6OcrRDPeNid3sf_wlrzDtB5YIF9KIaC7ImTZOSx_c20zJH-ah44drPVutuGi25I25wGw_WZlSiTCbLVKp-tv0hU37apTUmYhY7z9wP-VWvZK3MhNH66oqD6zoPc75V0zKy2Vr3KcqFDTcCotliwdjxYJgK_yH10kLj7iL0YRFzQ=s320" width="320" /></span></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Oh look, it's snowing!"<br />"My arms are getting very tired Mrs B, can we stop and look at the snow another time!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">But when they turned the corner, there was a surprise for Mr B.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFG0Cprawn0fLjWUdROh18KmwxfQu0GbgZl5BoFDpGbzqMJo2ti93ybIXEMvhVaTAKXAQuG0jSlQrGhAvSLdZ8PIp7QN7xJcsBIHUjQa0U4Xfu-1w8dgc3wD7MdlL7Ydmohr2B7MaNQm0RGVbTm-Lv1C6JJ6rizA4A3f4su4481lfxJOOJ96n5E40B0w=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFG0Cprawn0fLjWUdROh18KmwxfQu0GbgZl5BoFDpGbzqMJo2ti93ybIXEMvhVaTAKXAQuG0jSlQrGhAvSLdZ8PIp7QN7xJcsBIHUjQa0U4Xfu-1w8dgc3wD7MdlL7Ydmohr2B7MaNQm0RGVbTm-Lv1C6JJ6rizA4A3f4su4481lfxJOOJ96n5E40B0w=s320" width="320" /></span></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Here we are! I'm treating you to lunch, whatever you like, my treat, Mr B!"<br />"Oh Mrs B, I do love you!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">So Mr B ordered one of his favourite, special meals. Champagne Afternoon Tea.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRi3Scq7ll95-84NGWbnHRSDQVj4Jp7UFLly8oUAGq64u-MK_Vypg95861CVzGGokSw1NG5uQpOyZzfHnkucGUguYkXmHR3Ze2XkNgSfSuLlwgEb75yh4iSUkr1-TueYBmDztGfDcs5CzIUFdO40sCwEP-JqCEcy2XU6Vg4upby0DwMFvhQI8o-ahzrw=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRi3Scq7ll95-84NGWbnHRSDQVj4Jp7UFLly8oUAGq64u-MK_Vypg95861CVzGGokSw1NG5uQpOyZzfHnkucGUguYkXmHR3Ze2XkNgSfSuLlwgEb75yh4iSUkr1-TueYBmDztGfDcs5CzIUFdO40sCwEP-JqCEcy2XU6Vg4upby0DwMFvhQI8o-ahzrw=s320" width="320" /></span></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"This is Devine, Mrs B. I'm just a little worried about carrying all those bags home!"<br />"Don't you worry, I've called for reinforcements!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Waiting outside was the sweetest taxi service you ever did see.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEPfZcxXAz7M8zsAxdcS2yu0FdS50smj5B5Lg8IUEZtjwdsUsO-MNu-mAUBOq3XYga9-v0SRa4AQBd0x0zJ1ahAlSgTctFixBkjYxKtJqpoLWJC5zmaAK4z_tYknQmSDVMkq5-62fw-sO0P1lNWQUgMD17aPTEHkJ4b6baO4F0QZpi9xt8lauCywxalg=s5472" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="5472" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEPfZcxXAz7M8zsAxdcS2yu0FdS50smj5B5Lg8IUEZtjwdsUsO-MNu-mAUBOq3XYga9-v0SRa4AQBd0x0zJ1ahAlSgTctFixBkjYxKtJqpoLWJC5zmaAK4z_tYknQmSDVMkq5-62fw-sO0P1lNWQUgMD17aPTEHkJ4b6baO4F0QZpi9xt8lauCywxalg=s320" width="320" /></span></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Come on folks, on you pop, we haven't got all day!"<br />"Merry Christmas, Everyone!"</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div></div>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-8754604508766638242021-11-14T08:55:00.003-08:002021-11-14T08:55:40.618-08:00The Spooky Slide<p> <span style="font-family: georgia;">It was time to redecorate Michael and Jeromes nursery. Mrs B wanted them to be fully involve and design it themselves. Starting with a mood board.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMkjsdRbN57M5uSw4yiiBnou06L76zeeK66YgRNVinLy6kcnIaa_NCIohnqMMFKuD3y34pz1uefxhBacxxzgrrCNh8-20QzGJSPltyve6CfkwK5jDb17Kdm7F4_Zh2WsI5un7WHHqfkud_/s2048/mood+board.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMkjsdRbN57M5uSw4yiiBnou06L76zeeK66YgRNVinLy6kcnIaa_NCIohnqMMFKuD3y34pz1uefxhBacxxzgrrCNh8-20QzGJSPltyve6CfkwK5jDb17Kdm7F4_Zh2WsI5un7WHHqfkud_/s320/mood+board.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"The most important thing is we have a feature, and I'm thinking a bed with a slide"<br />"OK Michael"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Two days later while enjoying the unseasonal warm autumn weather, an unexpected delivery arrived at the Beavers residence.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizB07AH1wm2bhL4ZVMzuHS9FQqpFr1dkmP_amQEOECbFYJENBmGDfMswIXHZXAuH_POAP7P4CO9Z6bXVMb9qHSijYu3JzQ3PD7RBgsojH4ielIf4Wx1yk7slXRdNZlahojek3GqZQjbojN/s2048/slide+delivery+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizB07AH1wm2bhL4ZVMzuHS9FQqpFr1dkmP_amQEOECbFYJENBmGDfMswIXHZXAuH_POAP7P4CO9Z6bXVMb9qHSijYu3JzQ3PD7RBgsojH4ielIf4Wx1yk7slXRdNZlahojek3GqZQjbojN/s320/slide+delivery+01.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Delivery of a large bedroom slide for a Mr Beaver?"<br />"I ordered no such thing!"<br />"Don't worry poppa, that would be me!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">The slide was so big there was no way it was going in through the front door.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7DCf6UdrJ-zi6bujf5a2fim845LcWpX7019dnH_6WTwDWefVi-gphO4g1Bi0s6EwE3EUyeOD-NazkrSXpZ78akbgARiL5f7WkFKbMm0EZrHf9pghAWaa5XnRQUQCNpgDbocz0QwL4uvv/s1242/IMG_7793.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="918" data-original-width="1242" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7DCf6UdrJ-zi6bujf5a2fim845LcWpX7019dnH_6WTwDWefVi-gphO4g1Bi0s6EwE3EUyeOD-NazkrSXpZ78akbgARiL5f7WkFKbMm0EZrHf9pghAWaa5XnRQUQCNpgDbocz0QwL4uvv/s320/IMG_7793.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Thats it, now a bit to the left, now right, right, right, a bit more left..."<br />"Michael, as helpful as that is, please will you be quite for 1 minute?"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWIG4hFOxiJrmqw1qmEAxtcHjIqH_awPPgO1JRxSSaXMYnkVDsfTTjWLFe7GWqFGGDgRS-DsRbeMDwyj0RyAdAd_0rzQaCIoVfdPA1imjP3MLdI5SCdaFdi_brWq8nJqAV26cME8FB2zch/s2048/cheeky+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWIG4hFOxiJrmqw1qmEAxtcHjIqH_awPPgO1JRxSSaXMYnkVDsfTTjWLFe7GWqFGGDgRS-DsRbeMDwyj0RyAdAd_0rzQaCIoVfdPA1imjP3MLdI5SCdaFdi_brWq8nJqAV26cME8FB2zch/s320/cheeky+01.jpg" width="213" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Thats great chaps, I'll meet you inside. I just need to change into my best sliding pants!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">The slide was everything the boys ever wanted and more.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4iJ8pVc643hT8UrGsciIF_xSgk5BnRCduWKEj2HCGVX3pV1tXgb8wgYtvu-TAeWIOMLjiGohAV_iAy5V1umqvvgJ5ogNAsJ0FKfe_PtcPVs5EMsmiOgntHvMEPAq1ePhVBLINHusmfx_o/s2048/slide+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4iJ8pVc643hT8UrGsciIF_xSgk5BnRCduWKEj2HCGVX3pV1tXgb8wgYtvu-TAeWIOMLjiGohAV_iAy5V1umqvvgJ5ogNAsJ0FKfe_PtcPVs5EMsmiOgntHvMEPAq1ePhVBLINHusmfx_o/s320/slide+01.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Weeeeee, I could do this all day!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">It wasn't long before word got out about Michael and Jerome's amazing slide bed.</span><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokyEUkYZB2f2Teq3_r6_92vC8kM0brab2jnVBK1UqHKDwFeJ6GfK0VEbhXAOClt4Oj5GQPvyXLS6Vwv2Q2JOjSTvbaiwPKOGMwsEO72AsJIjbn-38ln2yqjhb9FDIBYtyZI4WnagvrDlZ/s2048/slide+queue+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokyEUkYZB2f2Teq3_r6_92vC8kM0brab2jnVBK1UqHKDwFeJ6GfK0VEbhXAOClt4Oj5GQPvyXLS6Vwv2Q2JOjSTvbaiwPKOGMwsEO72AsJIjbn-38ln2yqjhb9FDIBYtyZI4WnagvrDlZ/s320/slide+queue+copy.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Now all form an orderly queue, one at a time!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">The babies were having a whale of a time when two visitors appeared at the Nursery room window.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTl_wYMBXSYbdFUSWqgtIM7Kty_E-EdYKSVzMX5YX45o5rAQnmvCBVhyMi6YiOs80QUshXqJ5OjBDqGOxpYHuP2L_q1SmwntKUAGF94aTK-8nFqymRktxP04E0vhSlX2pHiOod6pYjzS48/s1024/witches+window+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTl_wYMBXSYbdFUSWqgtIM7Kty_E-EdYKSVzMX5YX45o5rAQnmvCBVhyMi6YiOs80QUshXqJ5OjBDqGOxpYHuP2L_q1SmwntKUAGF94aTK-8nFqymRktxP04E0vhSlX2pHiOod6pYjzS48/s320/witches+window+01.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Follow us little babies and we'll show you the biggest slide you've ever seen! But you must be dressed up for halloween to slide it!"<br />"Ok, sounds weird, but we'll be there"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div>So Michael, Jerome and all the babies got into their spookiest outfits and followed Renee and Shelly to the great big slide.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7CbOu4kTbff9QdvoVw_k59yOAbUwJ4phQLeS5FZ9BS8KVvkuWiO6_Ft3s9AzeYMM2fsiP0PY-Pae6QgqYtlr27d_jK6bv-4qzuZ3Y1gc5A6jDoVW5Cl348aSbBTp-q9bADJinSBjMEFzV/s2048/halloween+line+up+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7CbOu4kTbff9QdvoVw_k59yOAbUwJ4phQLeS5FZ9BS8KVvkuWiO6_Ft3s9AzeYMM2fsiP0PY-Pae6QgqYtlr27d_jK6bv-4qzuZ3Y1gc5A6jDoVW5Cl348aSbBTp-q9bADJinSBjMEFzV/s320/halloween+line+up+01.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Babies you look so great!"<br />" Right the slides this way, follow us!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">The babies couldn't believe their eyes, it wasn't just any slide but a ghost train slide!</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrOSt2DAyhHmRpPkh7SYA_TWfAa-rd9fU88rE4xSPQSmLY1_l742tBAw_mvfZ6uE9CurGU_W-XXoqa-wN_DDZyUt9CH9taxYVMUtmUxbdScCvrSLQ44OsEZcHXKq3foc6RpZrL3fz2LA9/s2048/tree+house+of+horrors+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1914" data-original-width="2048" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrOSt2DAyhHmRpPkh7SYA_TWfAa-rd9fU88rE4xSPQSmLY1_l742tBAw_mvfZ6uE9CurGU_W-XXoqa-wN_DDZyUt9CH9taxYVMUtmUxbdScCvrSLQ44OsEZcHXKq3foc6RpZrL3fz2LA9/s320/tree+house+of+horrors+01.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"This is the best thing I've ever seen!"<br />" come on you lot, let's ride this thing!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">The babies couldn't believe how fast the slide was!</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFq9qzn4kc7DJniFl3zGz8-oxnrgFT_tXeTKOOSIvUTaT3wF5iIT8TWaKdktd1Ip5ktNHNc3ErQpV3wkt-LxYg5pKg6Xc65l6FTq8XI7YUwktuxjymJN-2F_HIdWlpK44avbirg3zpYG2/s2048/slide+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFq9qzn4kc7DJniFl3zGz8-oxnrgFT_tXeTKOOSIvUTaT3wF5iIT8TWaKdktd1Ip5ktNHNc3ErQpV3wkt-LxYg5pKg6Xc65l6FTq8XI7YUwktuxjymJN-2F_HIdWlpK44avbirg3zpYG2/s320/slide+01.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"WEEEEEEEEEEE! CHOO CHOO!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">They rode it again and again and again!</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiSfyK0WuhVOYAT3E5vkW25ftF89upQ_iGfufZytsKtCJ2dM9ybc2Mclb6q-DOenrYXTX7KRC-VFx4kW9nZfwQ_VTVcS_9YYsf6At0RUQ6OEd_8zGyQnYkT17uHS1Eb26aN_lenIOLwME/s2048/slide+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiSfyK0WuhVOYAT3E5vkW25ftF89upQ_iGfufZytsKtCJ2dM9ybc2Mclb6q-DOenrYXTX7KRC-VFx4kW9nZfwQ_VTVcS_9YYsf6At0RUQ6OEd_8zGyQnYkT17uHS1Eb26aN_lenIOLwME/s320/slide+02.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Come on babies, it's time for ghost stories inside the tree!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Inside the tree it was dark and spooky, then Renee started a spooky tale...</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlAtknTZ8_nPAHrqpmG3FIuJXSzY6hxD1upUPVY2iBtrcdopjtozVjeSavu0das4L7FncWYWsyWm4c9VaFn9TApqo1cEy0H_t94gjv831lvUayCtqcRD1X8dzpwCeLH83jeAHNdgGqU0yw/s2048/ghost+stories+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlAtknTZ8_nPAHrqpmG3FIuJXSzY6hxD1upUPVY2iBtrcdopjtozVjeSavu0das4L7FncWYWsyWm4c9VaFn9TApqo1cEy0H_t94gjv831lvUayCtqcRD1X8dzpwCeLH83jeAHNdgGqU0yw/s320/ghost+stories+01.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Once upon a time, there was a group of friends that discovered a haunted tree. Inside that tree was a spooky ghost train!"<br />"This story sounds very familiar..."</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-84452817351500761282021-11-13T09:29:00.003-08:002021-11-13T09:38:59.495-08:00Caravan Holiday - Part 3<p><span style="font-family: georgia;">After a very long day, the Beaver family were very ready to settle down in their PJ's with hot chocolates and a good book. Mr Beaver was looking forward to a little bit of 'me time'.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhav2gY6y09uyzsb875De6G_w1rx82KzEAlcmKH8evmIKEaFqO4jdJkaORHsvmfMyHZqaurBoEYQ43TaoHNZ1EuZTnjjuhOxWOeLCJIvKRAfiHmOadbrMQZbls9kPJnMfPN9pp2gJoOtVWx/s1242/IMG_7740.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1242" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhav2gY6y09uyzsb875De6G_w1rx82KzEAlcmKH8evmIKEaFqO4jdJkaORHsvmfMyHZqaurBoEYQ43TaoHNZ1EuZTnjjuhOxWOeLCJIvKRAfiHmOadbrMQZbls9kPJnMfPN9pp2gJoOtVWx/s320/IMG_7740.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Hurry up Poppa, we know you've finished, we heard you flush!"<br />"Every year I forget about the lack of privacy... coming!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">After reading the story 4 times, everyone fell fast to sleep. There were 5 in the bed and the little one said...</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4D2YyRqPaAGg9KQr9MzOKNoEBuGXgS-Zw-UcbQ-O-6zlWtUKl9rkxMLeHTmmQtwZKecKTRNyNq6-6Pe8jvnU90bF2v9JsExW85XpijVhSLUSiAPFEoX_NCd5Lk9_EGsALoBKY2-yoBSca/s2048/roll+out+of+bed+01.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4D2YyRqPaAGg9KQr9MzOKNoEBuGXgS-Zw-UcbQ-O-6zlWtUKl9rkxMLeHTmmQtwZKecKTRNyNq6-6Pe8jvnU90bF2v9JsExW85XpijVhSLUSiAPFEoX_NCd5Lk9_EGsALoBKY2-yoBSca/s320/roll+out+of+bed+01.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Roll over!"<br />"umph! Oh dear"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Mr Beaver decided he'd get a better nights sleep (and plenty more room) sleeping under the stars. Then little Michael crept up to him.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpAQ28Z5ofYzaX4rm_QYaT3BmE7I4XZ28CK_1U_niMsiOEUx7_sHxJJtwxGEA5_JVi1v1taku5-PykblnQVxfs_XgQIVF33V1Ed9YMqw8WnGJiIuYdMGBVM_DkSvQzUeYRUcPIejIslyey/s2048/under+the+stars+01.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpAQ28Z5ofYzaX4rm_QYaT3BmE7I4XZ28CK_1U_niMsiOEUx7_sHxJJtwxGEA5_JVi1v1taku5-PykblnQVxfs_XgQIVF33V1Ed9YMqw8WnGJiIuYdMGBVM_DkSvQzUeYRUcPIejIslyey/s320/under+the+stars+01.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"I'm sorry if we pushed you out, Poppa"<br />"Don't you worry, sweetheart. Come on, snuggle in"<br /></i><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the stars were twinkling more than usual.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIp0nvPszCfloB3VpphMhAa7lrpeU_u_G0zwDn23RmNcEmEGosZcK1QZo_IZlf0uPaeKIp7zsnmoGFDNNwLhDHFN17GMbl477H4Rl5iLhyphenhyphenpxPzknw3zR6Li91OGrvmdOeZVzVQ_Q_-X9w_/s2048/starry+sky+01.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIp0nvPszCfloB3VpphMhAa7lrpeU_u_G0zwDn23RmNcEmEGosZcK1QZo_IZlf0uPaeKIp7zsnmoGFDNNwLhDHFN17GMbl477H4Rl5iLhyphenhyphenpxPzknw3zR6Li91OGrvmdOeZVzVQ_Q_-X9w_/s320/starry+sky+01.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Poppa, it's beautiful! Can I sleep here too?"<br />"Of course you can my darling"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">The next morning, Mr B took his privacy into his own hands.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0yLbRWp2IzK6DcAbr3MIZGUejAkhvKKf5L9ilWEqvvidpeVIbQxgaHis3kqIZVaJftJZMpmupp6aYrAo5mGmu-09czhznASRttQGawJmP7Ac_FDc0YJpHAB8LEw-x1XJKhSCmuHCfapU/s1242/IMG_7741.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="921" data-original-width="1242" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0yLbRWp2IzK6DcAbr3MIZGUejAkhvKKf5L9ilWEqvvidpeVIbQxgaHis3kqIZVaJftJZMpmupp6aYrAo5mGmu-09czhznASRttQGawJmP7Ac_FDc0YJpHAB8LEw-x1XJKhSCmuHCfapU/s320/IMG_7741.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Poppa, what's that?"<br />"It's a place to be in peace, and how I've been looking forward to it!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">But word got out about this peaceful place.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLt0CIXOXIi3QZujPhR-f0Meg8tbGfgs17ULpguPd3wnZfSPodvMy1YeL95Q6AzLMkptiVxUdBo-yJxfWDb8MGcmok1h5RsidVhdTK22o-0qBngKAVP7Ydm4IwLxfDphl6nwOnwULD0kq/s1242/IMG_7742.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="906" data-original-width="1242" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLt0CIXOXIi3QZujPhR-f0Meg8tbGfgs17ULpguPd3wnZfSPodvMy1YeL95Q6AzLMkptiVxUdBo-yJxfWDb8MGcmok1h5RsidVhdTK22o-0qBngKAVP7Ydm4IwLxfDphl6nwOnwULD0kq/s320/IMG_7742.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Hurry up,Poppa, there's a queue!"<br />"hmmmmm"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mrs B thought maybe Mr B deserved an afternoon of peace and quite. So she decided to take all the children on a little hiking adventure.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6woJIrNPuAV-Unwk3D-7f0GOIeUUtYOwkSjMqKXND6iiL4Os0alvwrfNVJI130zlvRj08TaQBha1xKKrrj7XyUlsNJqyIn8-BuWN_lxhTwHPoYiaRA7x5I8id5XtsemCKpBHpy-DNUJoo/s1242/IMG_7743.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="1242" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6woJIrNPuAV-Unwk3D-7f0GOIeUUtYOwkSjMqKXND6iiL4Os0alvwrfNVJI130zlvRj08TaQBha1xKKrrj7XyUlsNJqyIn8-BuWN_lxhTwHPoYiaRA7x5I8id5XtsemCKpBHpy-DNUJoo/s320/IMG_7743.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Do you have everything you need, Mr B?"<br />"Don't you worry about me, go have a wonderful adventure!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">The hiked all the way to the top of the cliff, the veiws from the top were just beautiful.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1raECRCkmVXAAdFsKMzhaVsoXdSCOP7arY7I4A_iVLbaRwKhcLMfj959PyXYF5EyzHBaTg01Jeeem98ued1LFEeAqzbk9-zzJofN42HMxeIABpKmiv0pTh_9hmWapVyeZBcgWHK82Tvo/s1242/IMG_7744.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="1242" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1raECRCkmVXAAdFsKMzhaVsoXdSCOP7arY7I4A_iVLbaRwKhcLMfj959PyXYF5EyzHBaTg01Jeeem98ued1LFEeAqzbk9-zzJofN42HMxeIABpKmiv0pTh_9hmWapVyeZBcgWHK82Tvo/s320/IMG_7744.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Look at the views, Momma, and look at the beautiful flowers!"<br />"come away from the edge, all of you!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />The little ones were feeling very confident as they made their way to the cliff edge.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyT2fhrfccBJe5V_hnLaaLDk148sBvmP7oBpeXtIdZfeovt7YlIZCjzQIGyggUtDBoKClOHeIW4uaLCTJnsuPz2XQpbvGK2ZtsprAS_0XA7_uGra85HqkonR0RfBsXtuHPj8N535ubyTzT/s1242/IMG_7745.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="913" data-original-width="1242" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyT2fhrfccBJe5V_hnLaaLDk148sBvmP7oBpeXtIdZfeovt7YlIZCjzQIGyggUtDBoKClOHeIW4uaLCTJnsuPz2XQpbvGK2ZtsprAS_0XA7_uGra85HqkonR0RfBsXtuHPj8N535ubyTzT/s320/IMG_7745.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"It's ok, Momma! We're using these steps in the cliff face!"<br />"Right, just watch your step, my heart keeps missing a beat!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">But just over the cliff edge, they heard a familiar sound...</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWvBjsGI3shYS2QEyeZ5iRs3waMezXACHtx7B_yOCLPdHmi3Uv677y7ZaHn9Xtuce82F1fyhkPq3rRa2EGsMHi802CTUOQENdsq1oHK9IstxJAe_sOXgG9H-xF3-NHhSpCZ_r-alK7qvE/s1242/IMG_7746.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="928" data-original-width="1242" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWvBjsGI3shYS2QEyeZ5iRs3waMezXACHtx7B_yOCLPdHmi3Uv677y7ZaHn9Xtuce82F1fyhkPq3rRa2EGsMHi802CTUOQENdsq1oHK9IstxJAe_sOXgG9H-xF3-NHhSpCZ_r-alK7qvE/s320/IMG_7746.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"It's Poppa!"<br />"Hello family! It was very quiet at the caravan, I missed you... can somebody give me a hand?!"<br /></i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Everyone was over the moon to see their Poppa, and very excited to take the weight off their little feet.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBBveSVKM-DXumNAfQJODuRMC5Q2Lk9MYDX4d70yqHm7LmhiKl3IHrYnHKLdNwupN2Ga4ILLW9goIGyXqoZdfKqNXQIG8Y-A2pGpgkfgGDA757_8AOCIFTdwOu8JvTVBQNusa4jtKAWiPY/s1242/IMG_7747.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="907" data-original-width="1242" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBBveSVKM-DXumNAfQJODuRMC5Q2Lk9MYDX4d70yqHm7LmhiKl3IHrYnHKLdNwupN2Ga4ILLW9goIGyXqoZdfKqNXQIG8Y-A2pGpgkfgGDA757_8AOCIFTdwOu8JvTVBQNusa4jtKAWiPY/s320/IMG_7747.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"come on poppa, a bit faster!"<br />"It's difficult with the two of you on my back!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">After another lovely day, Mr and Mrs B started a lovely campfire for them to enjoy toasted marshmallows. Then to finish off a perfect day, Jerome treated them to some incredible Spanish Guitar.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9kGEpqLDbM-xzdBPt0UnON0ErIAW8EWlufPzhbsA_AKlhnBASoo1MZX6wUflGYfxz3UoZVYsXb-IJJShWiUBE_StoG-w4koWmta08-VK0wLyHCKXC79PaJAaEHYKMuwQxu1_C8Nr4wRc/s2048/camp+fire+01.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9kGEpqLDbM-xzdBPt0UnON0ErIAW8EWlufPzhbsA_AKlhnBASoo1MZX6wUflGYfxz3UoZVYsXb-IJJShWiUBE_StoG-w4koWmta08-VK0wLyHCKXC79PaJAaEHYKMuwQxu1_C8Nr4wRc/s320/camp+fire+01.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Wow, amazing, I didn't't know he could play?!"<br />"neither did I! Wonders never cease!"<br /><br /></i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><p><br /></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-56082919941892457422021-11-13T02:24:00.010-08:002021-11-13T02:26:26.755-08:00Caravan holiday - part 2<span style="font-family: georgia;">The little ones had waited long enough, they were desperate to take the boats out onto the lake.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJW3WdgpBOtFmE4aiK1hOVoZX9kg4N3ZtzFH3pT5y-EMobKIWj_V5RZdd8f0PeRh1wdZIpoFkzEfsg8WKocerjVssJ0tohdROYDVIXbD0CWiIbPKvuNVbvR3en23ZFEdUhyphenhyphenrv0UWl450jZ/s1242/IMG_7750.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="741" data-original-width="1242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJW3WdgpBOtFmE4aiK1hOVoZX9kg4N3ZtzFH3pT5y-EMobKIWj_V5RZdd8f0PeRh1wdZIpoFkzEfsg8WKocerjVssJ0tohdROYDVIXbD0CWiIbPKvuNVbvR3en23ZFEdUhyphenhyphenrv0UWl450jZ/s320/IMG_7750.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Michael, you need to put this on quick. Safety first!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">But the little ones were getting a very impatient.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPtSY8sc-vI_tn5kUknMCPjYYVnASTKDFHLxVXN0ivnuWnB3pMV_tMcNi1gPO_9reC1VxGUFhKUIlqcNGYqugM2CIv1rwLV0iRdt8iMSdgQKPvyx7plVrtobTJuSWRYGgDvPc-5hWVqLn/s1242/IMG_7751.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="919" data-original-width="1242" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPtSY8sc-vI_tn5kUknMCPjYYVnASTKDFHLxVXN0ivnuWnB3pMV_tMcNi1gPO_9reC1VxGUFhKUIlqcNGYqugM2CIv1rwLV0iRdt8iMSdgQKPvyx7plVrtobTJuSWRYGgDvPc-5hWVqLn/s320/IMG_7751.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Hurry Renee, if we wait for Momma and Poppa, we'll be waiting forever!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qzHBPCGlbTFnYidinxX-LQSA0-rSUG-xG1TJvTU9w-nhnB0Zxxno0iYABz7zXyltqJCXPDWWIoDrELWyRIJcakOVYPSQ-vj60xmYIyfWR3_Aa-01oBHnJbNfNvrE_XswW2eym7nzx2ok/s1024/boating.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qzHBPCGlbTFnYidinxX-LQSA0-rSUG-xG1TJvTU9w-nhnB0Zxxno0iYABz7zXyltqJCXPDWWIoDrELWyRIJcakOVYPSQ-vj60xmYIyfWR3_Aa-01oBHnJbNfNvrE_XswW2eym7nzx2ok/s320/boating.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Paddle faster or they'll see us!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUHbIIrYoQNaCb3LmQBMR4nsCgQxVmQ3MJdtm3Pdq0JT4YJMPhtm1F1AgrvOj7a6Cu6XlVAcwQ5IS6lRwzhWx2jan_fYC3x8KOnWcyKZD2kqJQlGpcV0Pemxwg1j5P0084RgkAWZ8DYhy/s1242/IMG_7749.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1014" data-original-width="1242" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUHbIIrYoQNaCb3LmQBMR4nsCgQxVmQ3MJdtm3Pdq0JT4YJMPhtm1F1AgrvOj7a6Cu6XlVAcwQ5IS6lRwzhWx2jan_fYC3x8KOnWcyKZD2kqJQlGpcV0Pemxwg1j5P0084RgkAWZ8DYhy/s320/IMG_7749.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Where are Michael and Renee, Mr B?"<br />"The boats gone, those little monkeys!"<br /></i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hCRw6AB90lwLLIe7e19-XSxWT7_AhbGHm8PUNzus1fG4pK7rSqrlDiStl8NONiap45lWFJ75BF2FAlvYAYOzVJA5GlyAea9vuFZWlthvkdsFNRfXUluH6z3hOtlhIwfx3to4t8QxenKm/s1024/boating+02.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hCRw6AB90lwLLIe7e19-XSxWT7_AhbGHm8PUNzus1fG4pK7rSqrlDiStl8NONiap45lWFJ75BF2FAlvYAYOzVJA5GlyAea9vuFZWlthvkdsFNRfXUluH6z3hOtlhIwfx3to4t8QxenKm/s320/boating+02.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"well if you can't beat them, join them, Mr B"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Further down the river they finally caught up with the two little scamps.</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqSHmKaCmqcZZig1ro0lWZ04394dK5XPIRWUI3R_zHIDPIikpfzVqfrWH_EFV3dRqD0Y7TpsBQ_k4OmGLC9-JPXe6-IRkrB7Bhq4NM9XMmwaTK44rDMtqJA3QrLy1FfM0NgHv7X26SPSr1/s2048/boating+01+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqSHmKaCmqcZZig1ro0lWZ04394dK5XPIRWUI3R_zHIDPIikpfzVqfrWH_EFV3dRqD0Y7TpsBQ_k4OmGLC9-JPXe6-IRkrB7Bhq4NM9XMmwaTK44rDMtqJA3QrLy1FfM0NgHv7X26SPSr1/s320/boating+01+copy.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Ok you two, you've had your fun. Lets get back before it gets dark"<br /><br /></i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">to be continued...<br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><br /></div></div>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-51995385301038360482021-11-13T01:58:00.008-08:002021-11-13T02:00:26.859-08:00Caravan Holiday - part 1<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> It was that time of year again, the Beavers needed some quality family time together. Mr Beaver dusted off the thick layer of dust covering their trusty caravan and asked the family to pack the essentials.</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUwMFywmqVmZK9JNG_Je_inOmxz4knUPcvsihZMAQvUU8zhRm28Sp0CMZ-lji-_aqfltThT3G_pXkwVnxmCaOCQiLcCr6upoT_aYI9ZpNOfmp7JhsAIDaTbNMldrFggdkN7vk1xFWRFg5X/s1024/caravan+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUwMFywmqVmZK9JNG_Je_inOmxz4knUPcvsihZMAQvUU8zhRm28Sp0CMZ-lji-_aqfltThT3G_pXkwVnxmCaOCQiLcCr6upoT_aYI9ZpNOfmp7JhsAIDaTbNMldrFggdkN7vk1xFWRFg5X/s320/caravan+01.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"What a splendid idea!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mrs B was a having a little trouble deciding which "essentials" to pack.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OuWy8l05WepjJ8AsT5aRynAM36Ssn9vnPcWyQHaAC84X0p2F-kEwLZOchddKLEaNzeccX3PgjzW8MesASS_eRnPq-JNgShCg7_6DW_FBjhi2SFCYesbaTYL_0I-BYImIZ2d7Dn3EsyEc/s1242/IMG_7739.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="970" data-original-width="1242" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OuWy8l05WepjJ8AsT5aRynAM36Ssn9vnPcWyQHaAC84X0p2F-kEwLZOchddKLEaNzeccX3PgjzW8MesASS_eRnPq-JNgShCg7_6DW_FBjhi2SFCYesbaTYL_0I-BYImIZ2d7Dn3EsyEc/s320/IMG_7739.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Do you think eau de violets or eau de lavender would be best for the trip?"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">After much deliberation, they were ready to load the car and set off!</span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGttYyosNmltZAKzhBGHCBIp6fmC5NFPQZUArhE056IXOfItC-Zg3KU2nlC-bHhZ1JHKJelGctFd_BDANapo5YxUexg3RS8VcZfOsWj3FZioDm51bfiE7sxXhCydKY3ugLRGu1YmFRRgO/s1242/IMG_7738.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="1242" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGttYyosNmltZAKzhBGHCBIp6fmC5NFPQZUArhE056IXOfItC-Zg3KU2nlC-bHhZ1JHKJelGctFd_BDANapo5YxUexg3RS8VcZfOsWj3FZioDm51bfiE7sxXhCydKY3ugLRGu1YmFRRgO/s320/IMG_7738.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"What on earth do you have in here Mrs B, it ways a tonne!"<br />"Oh its probably your shoes, Mr B. They're terribly chunky!"<br />"Right..."</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">And they were off...</span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH8i08cQ02KtL3vofh2c4wO1FeUQrH1DmdHuJ3ey3kLo1W5YrZ6UWhAKDXTanat3NCu3RUo0Z6TCUUhKBwkfQeYkMqxrpj1qF62wqIiXTcLrRFnzgV26JGNcMbSptwEXFvBkl4zWLSKd3u/s2048/on+their+way+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1135" data-original-width="2048" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH8i08cQ02KtL3vofh2c4wO1FeUQrH1DmdHuJ3ey3kLo1W5YrZ6UWhAKDXTanat3NCu3RUo0Z6TCUUhKBwkfQeYkMqxrpj1qF62wqIiXTcLrRFnzgV26JGNcMbSptwEXFvBkl4zWLSKd3u/s320/on+their+way+01.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Eye spy with my little eye, something beginning with C..."<br />"...Cows?"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja68zSlfeWU9b3c810-qwns-rQLShIWLSuFJckiQu6adzvZWRjVjPFsJnk7QSTMHihvMD8hh9FLnAxkIPcTbHnhC5h32LlDAchB_qPPg0smtPcHVgdGptJsQo4gzUqHC4c3AUy_Wodaxmz/s1242/IMG_7737.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="921" data-original-width="1242" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja68zSlfeWU9b3c810-qwns-rQLShIWLSuFJckiQu6adzvZWRjVjPFsJnk7QSTMHihvMD8hh9FLnAxkIPcTbHnhC5h32LlDAchB_qPPg0smtPcHVgdGptJsQo4gzUqHC4c3AUy_Wodaxmz/s320/IMG_7737.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"...something beginning with G..."<br />"... Goats?"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnUwoWAKw51tai3PwFeWXEMPWzO46pEBVez2z843wFl927oMHYXkC9ZJjbvEvezD-u4hNC_H83e5tRtCilTMCpvsW49lqBIGkBKTCRrKRv9VlflUX0XIzTfGSlRo10M9_H8jPOlrJ3NGE5/s2048/the+lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1474" data-original-width="2048" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnUwoWAKw51tai3PwFeWXEMPWzO46pEBVez2z843wFl927oMHYXkC9ZJjbvEvezD-u4hNC_H83e5tRtCilTMCpvsW49lqBIGkBKTCRrKRv9VlflUX0XIzTfGSlRo10M9_H8jPOlrJ3NGE5/s320/the+lake.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"... something being with L..."<br />"...Lake? The lake! Were here!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">They finally arrived at the beautiful Sylvanian Lake. Mrs Beaver spied the perfect spot for them to get settled in.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8shJEgp2B6riGAngK5k-OrczAmb0anr0imI4_SNjFurJ1r9zyNnbi-aMrl_cmwXA6zgI5VNOR_mBues2AEO-GUGeCs9lnMgXj24peWSszQDm4IhxvX1ugl-Y-XdLfZI0TS7PGmPKBMyi/s1024/caravan+camp+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8shJEgp2B6riGAngK5k-OrczAmb0anr0imI4_SNjFurJ1r9zyNnbi-aMrl_cmwXA6zgI5VNOR_mBues2AEO-GUGeCs9lnMgXj24peWSszQDm4IhxvX1ugl-Y-XdLfZI0TS7PGmPKBMyi/s320/caravan+camp+01.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Well done Mrs B, this really is the perfect spot. When you've finished unpacking all your eau de toilettes, come and enjoy your veggie kebab!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">to be continued...<br /></span><br /></div>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-77574625632076032222021-05-30T08:22:00.006-07:002021-05-30T08:41:37.810-07:00Renee's Plant Babies<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">While helping her Momma in the potting shed, Renee found an old packet of seeds with the name all smudged out. She asked what the seeds could be, but her Momma didn't know, she said there was only one way to find out...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxAdNjic0zL-FDhfl0QGsJ0uV-FK7sJK2A4YLMYLhccp7n3UUbwCWYq6ZcQcUU8cyyM1QxAjGFcT4hiqDn72Aa21MHb0X8UXMitQZUnymZAJkJUXTVQnNu42uPcF_nQX-PJWZVJFR_glr/s2048/9F9E47DC-0720-417A-A07D-71B36C32C9C9.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"></a><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxAdNjic0zL-FDhfl0QGsJ0uV-FK7sJK2A4YLMYLhccp7n3UUbwCWYq6ZcQcUU8cyyM1QxAjGFcT4hiqDn72Aa21MHb0X8UXMitQZUnymZAJkJUXTVQnNu42uPcF_nQX-PJWZVJFR_glr/s2048/9F9E47DC-0720-417A-A07D-71B36C32C9C9.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><i><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1527" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxAdNjic0zL-FDhfl0QGsJ0uV-FK7sJK2A4YLMYLhccp7n3UUbwCWYq6ZcQcUU8cyyM1QxAjGFcT4hiqDn72Aa21MHb0X8UXMitQZUnymZAJkJUXTVQnNu42uPcF_nQX-PJWZVJFR_glr/s320/9F9E47DC-0720-417A-A07D-71B36C32C9C9.jpeg" width="320" /></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Well we're going to have to be patient little one, it may take some time before we know what these little babies are going to grow up to be!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>So Renee waited...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLr43rPOJg8i_Mg2Dv2XxPJdYTNQDjKpxf9GfHRKikWIvnCb6XcOmyF3UNW27kjTgzef89pIOGCbNYnv3gVTbzFPP9j8rULYg_g2-Zcb4vtNvG_hw-u81c35HcNsax9WmSpuaXZ4KX1sAA/s2048/11E0E688-7B0B-46C7-9D46-76A194CB00CF.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLr43rPOJg8i_Mg2Dv2XxPJdYTNQDjKpxf9GfHRKikWIvnCb6XcOmyF3UNW27kjTgzef89pIOGCbNYnv3gVTbzFPP9j8rULYg_g2-Zcb4vtNvG_hw-u81c35HcNsax9WmSpuaXZ4KX1sAA/s320/11E0E688-7B0B-46C7-9D46-76A194CB00CF.jpeg" width="320" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">...and waited. She even took them to bed with her so they wouldn't be cold and lonely out in the potting shed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijqPV9p9WtsElVYSOnf6MkhSJZ1xKNhSBDtSvqFOvOqqTv1s3DxewP0l_Ul2cYLSylJfOnwjkhME7dJPFjcfWM1RLqsvdHVvBVNvdCSxShLLb9EbggvvaxafpspceSVgEcSyjkTnlXAe43/s1957/6D1E99CE-9FCC-4B1E-8763-19FDB59580A1.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><i><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1606" data-original-width="1957" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijqPV9p9WtsElVYSOnf6MkhSJZ1xKNhSBDtSvqFOvOqqTv1s3DxewP0l_Ul2cYLSylJfOnwjkhME7dJPFjcfWM1RLqsvdHVvBVNvdCSxShLLb9EbggvvaxafpspceSVgEcSyjkTnlXAe43/s320/6D1E99CE-9FCC-4B1E-8763-19FDB59580A1.jpeg" width="320" /></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Night night, little babies. Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs, or any bugs for that matter, bite!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Eventually the little plant babies started to grow too big for their pot!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirseOeUMtHChfD7tPW8Ae8fJavEngPZiAGHksM2v_9S0RDFqb-VfUO-EHBD3PLqprH_-NdruwDlMv797FKOLl0Ik_PfsJo8ifvgKiMQ91h-_1caVnaWAylwn3rkFzfR9xDec7da1w3APSh/s2048/DBFA8849-1F98-4D51-80E9-40AD5DE617F5.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1625" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirseOeUMtHChfD7tPW8Ae8fJavEngPZiAGHksM2v_9S0RDFqb-VfUO-EHBD3PLqprH_-NdruwDlMv797FKOLl0Ik_PfsJo8ifvgKiMQ91h-_1caVnaWAylwn3rkFzfR9xDec7da1w3APSh/s320/DBFA8849-1F98-4D51-80E9-40AD5DE617F5.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"I think it's time we planted them out in the big bed, in the garden!"<br />"Thats a shame, I quite liked them in my bed, with me."</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The whole family came to help plant the plant babies in their new home. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pdiP_G9-1QSawjb9GHj7endtaUdNFmM5f_-S4oTxguL1ov8nqusMKjRMAJY89bxGFoQhDTRDJ9BVFJB7z63HqUDyyLZg1yfA2nIDZFgFJzsqd1oGUKLhiGd_X7jhRVAsuMOFffqSNLxZ/s2048/B98E6EF6-1166-4175-BCCE-2F4A0BDA43C6.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><i><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pdiP_G9-1QSawjb9GHj7endtaUdNFmM5f_-S4oTxguL1ov8nqusMKjRMAJY89bxGFoQhDTRDJ9BVFJB7z63HqUDyyLZg1yfA2nIDZFgFJzsqd1oGUKLhiGd_X7jhRVAsuMOFffqSNLxZ/s320/B98E6EF6-1166-4175-BCCE-2F4A0BDA43C6.jpeg" width="320" /></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Be careful boys, they're very delicate!"<br />"No worries, Renee. We'll be careful with them!"<br /></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Renee didn't want the plant babies to spend their first night alone in the garden. So her Poppa helped her pitch a tent up, so she could spend the night in the garden to be close to them, just in case they needed her.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><i><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Cd6mo55h9Ehf_tRek5oAFv7dywZFuTYhPlO-RB8Thmw8sS11vM9JCqBTjqY6JM03P-_9MjLK3wwqpCPsxSBxPxGq8EUp75oNrj0g6iDzwajJfhuzRyskSyRD1zKr5jyjZggVBd1URpGl/s320/44598C2D-0241-43C0-950C-BD49BE964019.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></i></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"I'm just here little ones!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Determined to make sure they all grew strong and healthy, Renee did everything to help them grow. She fed them the best plant food, watered them with refreshing water and everyday she sang to them.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMPsBcYD3bz-TGM18AmjwJ2ojqbrZsOxDb3WlWjsTc2vJd9niG6TfOpxbkAmnIWX2-liH46dmCSfuemDXOIc9W6SA3ane1G8nJr18HrPoHeJTj0HARRVjoi7KcwSHynYuiEz2hNtK36ns/s2048/EE16D3A8-B497-42BC-8292-79A97680A4BC.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMPsBcYD3bz-TGM18AmjwJ2ojqbrZsOxDb3WlWjsTc2vJd9niG6TfOpxbkAmnIWX2-liH46dmCSfuemDXOIc9W6SA3ane1G8nJr18HrPoHeJTj0HARRVjoi7KcwSHynYuiEz2hNtK36ns/s320/EE16D3A8-B497-42BC-8292-79A97680A4BC.jpeg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Lalalalaaaaaaaa la la la aaaa laaaaaaa"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7l7Rui1iMwTwWksFaeDqyHL86eeUIhKw-StQb-4v3JgDMRc8lg4VgzXPsBXqrlwU7kca0EYv95lOJnUyLxLwDh5Ysmt9aLcpkqjv2w_wtQ2AAeKjJ8F7hQHWBW6VTwuwN32UAIcs5L_gE/s2048/A79E5322-6C3C-4EBD-8323-DBD4983EBED0.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></a>The boys saw Renee singing away and thought if they could make a louder sound, maybe they would grow even bigger!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><i><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7l7Rui1iMwTwWksFaeDqyHL86eeUIhKw-StQb-4v3JgDMRc8lg4VgzXPsBXqrlwU7kca0EYv95lOJnUyLxLwDh5Ysmt9aLcpkqjv2w_wtQ2AAeKjJ8F7hQHWBW6VTwuwN32UAIcs5L_gE/s320/A79E5322-6C3C-4EBD-8323-DBD4983EBED0.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></i></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Oh boys, yes, this is a wonderful idea!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Then Mr and Mrs B heard all the noise coming from the garden. So they grabbed their favourite instruments and headed to the veggie patch to help!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXMxPbN8wJAx0FoYpM4qFmU5S1c6zrRAU1HCZPdMD9_ELVZNDdfz8BXKaOwtiu9c-I2KMMuF1AvyZiotlGEGwCZYKY39H2Rj1DIM7C9-7icTRUDiuKfo4bFKWGPAQ3GwTcB5RQhRGANfj/s2017/607177CB-A915-41A6-B6AB-E9618E615210.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1558" data-original-width="2017" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXMxPbN8wJAx0FoYpM4qFmU5S1c6zrRAU1HCZPdMD9_ELVZNDdfz8BXKaOwtiu9c-I2KMMuF1AvyZiotlGEGwCZYKY39H2Rj1DIM7C9-7icTRUDiuKfo4bFKWGPAQ3GwTcB5RQhRGANfj/s320/607177CB-A915-41A6-B6AB-E9618E615210.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"What is it we're playing?"<br />"I've no idea Mr B, I think it's Jazz, play whatever you feel!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Their friends heard all the music coming from the Beavers house, and being the best friends anyone could wish for, grabbed their own instruments and joined them in the back garden, by the veggie patch to help make a bigger sound!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcG5H2dbGUOUnJ_Q8snS6eqcTbk6BEyg6vzlG7vNh4uDM76ge2UbAlHSeYqvESoRK67m0XZhcdRWZYcqpXb9dpXx0yZ542S2YlfBfN7Kdw9ugEBURATaNhdADgtz-UH2xvOY8htdoQghYc/s2048/F1DDCA04-2255-4520-9D57-2D266EEC9B60.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1368" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcG5H2dbGUOUnJ_Q8snS6eqcTbk6BEyg6vzlG7vNh4uDM76ge2UbAlHSeYqvESoRK67m0XZhcdRWZYcqpXb9dpXx0yZ542S2YlfBfN7Kdw9ugEBURATaNhdADgtz-UH2xvOY8htdoQghYc/s320/F1DDCA04-2255-4520-9D57-2D266EEC9B60.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Wow this is some sound!"<br />"You don't say! This is the first time I've played violin, Mr Walnut!"<br />"First time I've played the drums too, Mr B!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The next morning while Mr B brewed his morning coffee, and read his morning paper, he heard the sound of excited screaming coming from the garden! The plants had miraculously grown over night! The music therapy had worked a treat!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFq5ODkySwX6_W8tv0soYZoNTDGlqQs5NbD_-6-gB5fTlKFtbziRqEOQ3uPujD00zUoOn9JWz_wuC46xI8kjFsxRordpY_8qk_Pz7XoAFMeszt3JwRg45Ts3Bqi97qJZJVYhV_JZpdSg1i/s2048/C380B3DC-83A3-4E02-B1BE-38A977BA62E2.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1682" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictbjifVwHu9gU6qpo9nRcKcOtPgww9B1tvWsucXQ_zTFEeSZkgOTS-JQnHei2tpg-mMrbY0Rs-Fdrzk6y7JY55SsbYpzQ4nJYx1Zavd-O_h0bOp_0MrnsVKBoGFU14DZ2gPEfDbbiXnXs/s320/08C8B2FA-8736-4FF5-80EF-429F7EB8F9D9.jpeg" width="320" /></div><i><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFq5ODkySwX6_W8tv0soYZoNTDGlqQs5NbD_-6-gB5fTlKFtbziRqEOQ3uPujD00zUoOn9JWz_wuC46xI8kjFsxRordpY_8qk_Pz7XoAFMeszt3JwRg45Ts3Bqi97qJZJVYhV_JZpdSg1i/s320/C380B3DC-83A3-4E02-B1BE-38A977BA62E2.jpeg" width="320" /></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"CARROTS! THE PLANT BABIES ARE CARROTS!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Renee carefully harvested the whole crop of carrots. Mrs B told her to make sure they were fully scrubbed ready for cooking into some delicious dishes. So she gave them a bath.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclJrbx_SzVYcICqybZq2fqtPUROSuBJ3O-vbjESLrLkm_moQP9d7NPlzSFVe1v9UxvHWMDXyR9mzPU7RaPfSsz_L7evrhyphenhyphent0K2e-hIfqXj4fDvhx5GOH6OVRaUNGh-1-q93M5aiOUFh9p/s2048/AAAEED34-B209-4C1C-99FD-F86295990D05.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclJrbx_SzVYcICqybZq2fqtPUROSuBJ3O-vbjESLrLkm_moQP9d7NPlzSFVe1v9UxvHWMDXyR9mzPU7RaPfSsz_L7evrhyphenhyphent0K2e-hIfqXj4fDvhx5GOH6OVRaUNGh-1-q93M5aiOUFh9p/s320/AAAEED34-B209-4C1C-99FD-F86295990D05.jpeg" width="320" /><br /></a><i>"splash splash carrots taking a bath, scrubbing dirt all on Saturday night, yeah! A rub a dub, just relaxing in the tub, thinking you're gonna taste alright!"</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mr B had quite the surprise as he was taking a bath that evening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0yYe3Ru2ZXiMX116qS_U440mI0sb4gUdosBObAHIK_KFg13eq0hkC-i6LbScIFsUNxFFQ2USAFLG571oYoY_dGdB7eDslB5tvlozLAQpXNYyow4Xgzs0yXrwFWK1-_kthfXDxgWWnIedr/s2048/59ADB66D-C562-4F44-A2FF-9350B992985C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0yYe3Ru2ZXiMX116qS_U440mI0sb4gUdosBObAHIK_KFg13eq0hkC-i6LbScIFsUNxFFQ2USAFLG571oYoY_dGdB7eDslB5tvlozLAQpXNYyow4Xgzs0yXrwFWK1-_kthfXDxgWWnIedr/s320/59ADB66D-C562-4F44-A2FF-9350B992985C.jpeg" width="320" /></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"This is the strangest Loofah I've ever seen! It smells organic."</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>After he was all cleaned using the new bathroom loofah, he headed down to see what was for dinner. Mrs B and Renee were cooking tonight and it smelled d-e-licious!<br /><br /><i><br /></i><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Vs58-H-AWvAzfL-s1v_wS93h1iG1xGAuo2kK7N8pYziEplcJBkN4_w0CA31wLix6XfuR62nVTDei9snVv0f5Kzkun_9bTmFz6kS62o3rvqdUCa5oobLJxwuGUYvImupfNmLhxHn2vC6N/s2048/DD5E86EB-4A2C-4BDE-8F29-7C346630C762.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Vs58-H-AWvAzfL-s1v_wS93h1iG1xGAuo2kK7N8pYziEplcJBkN4_w0CA31wLix6XfuR62nVTDei9snVv0f5Kzkun_9bTmFz6kS62o3rvqdUCa5oobLJxwuGUYvImupfNmLhxHn2vC6N/s320/DD5E86EB-4A2C-4BDE-8F29-7C346630C762.jpeg" width="320" /></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"What smells so good!"<br />"We made carrot pizza, carrot casserole, carrot burgers and carrot cake!"<br />"Well I'd better try that cake, just to make sure the carrots are ok!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mr B scoffed down the first slice of Carrot cake. Renee waited in anticipation. Did the carrots taste ok? Where they edible? Was all her hard work for nothing???</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSLaSEWbVBPooYt-wN7t1OzP5FlrqYsoLWADuxXDyaJMy0YPhhRQahPCxIz9oQSqVeeACx0sALb0AoJEGfYJ_6c8Eot9f0ZTpY9q7tcBYLeewlBtvKgksbkuGbzOvtxkPovtGbMFmmZ7p/s2048/AE6F129C-FF21-49DA-A5E5-52E8DAC53794.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1715" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSLaSEWbVBPooYt-wN7t1OzP5FlrqYsoLWADuxXDyaJMy0YPhhRQahPCxIz9oQSqVeeACx0sALb0AoJEGfYJ_6c8Eot9f0ZTpY9q7tcBYLeewlBtvKgksbkuGbzOvtxkPovtGbMFmmZ7p/s320/AE6F129C-FF21-49DA-A5E5-52E8DAC53794.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Well??"<br />"hmmm, I'm not sure, I'd better have another slice, just to be on the safe side!"<br />"Poppa, why do you smell like a carrot?"</i></td></tr></tbody></table>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-77085415064973081262021-04-04T08:38:00.001-07:002021-04-04T08:38:25.888-07:00Easter egg Dilema<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All the little ones in Sylvania were so excited, it was finally Easter time. They all dressed up for the occasion. But what they were most excited about, was the hunt for the chocolate eggs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJS7LQLn45aa6J4kkH-JGU5FoV7P4CL0GYF4KADcl6AXjjfSL-B1Oyr5KJIf_GZ3w1OLZYAKeCkfifNj2_d-awUjjRzvgB9Awl2uTnD3QI-gd-ouFBbT-fMNhyphenhyphenOBqsJv9z3H2zEnBIGJle/s2048/1E902837-0517-4B1F-A425-D7C34EC350EC.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1357" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJS7LQLn45aa6J4kkH-JGU5FoV7P4CL0GYF4KADcl6AXjjfSL-B1Oyr5KJIf_GZ3w1OLZYAKeCkfifNj2_d-awUjjRzvgB9Awl2uTnD3QI-gd-ouFBbT-fMNhyphenhyphenOBqsJv9z3H2zEnBIGJle/s320/1E902837-0517-4B1F-A425-D7C34EC350EC.jpeg" width="320" /></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Come on Jerome, we can't start the hunt until we all hatch out of the egg!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>One by one the little chicks came out of the egg to start the big Sylvania Easter egg hunt. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocTi35HEBlBMWSz_0HTATIJJgz50KE4CxiZOg2LNvw-RQcEuHKIi6YLTKp9EkKgFIyPm3m1PIksAxbIJ0qE77oAfW2i6t7TcUks2xykpKfYD4rhihPca-OVsBqRqK0SreMkPigIc_te50/s2048/8FD3E716-CBE4-4983-AF79-04320032E27E.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1351" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocTi35HEBlBMWSz_0HTATIJJgz50KE4CxiZOg2LNvw-RQcEuHKIi6YLTKp9EkKgFIyPm3m1PIksAxbIJ0qE77oAfW2i6t7TcUks2xykpKfYD4rhihPca-OVsBqRqK0SreMkPigIc_te50/s320/8FD3E716-CBE4-4983-AF79-04320032E27E.jpeg" width="320" /></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Come on peeps, the chocolate eggs aren't going to eat themselves!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p>But they couldn't find any eggs at all. Feeling frustrated, Michael thought he would take matters into his own hands.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNcvUvRjJPf3p8niSNq0yB1uNHxm2UYavTrtTDcg6qiFaHRUp4iMNc9GdVSXAV1QHE8eya_WnglSdnHBdCa5Vd2vnuclPR2qp9vKxyfiBPo28IAPn-NhRn7lpO4_UYhsGNLcrT2K8nPNx/s2048/IMG_2825.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1782" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNcvUvRjJPf3p8niSNq0yB1uNHxm2UYavTrtTDcg6qiFaHRUp4iMNc9GdVSXAV1QHE8eya_WnglSdnHBdCa5Vd2vnuclPR2qp9vKxyfiBPo28IAPn-NhRn7lpO4_UYhsGNLcrT2K8nPNx/s320/IMG_2825.jpeg" /></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"What are you doing up there, Michael?"<br />"Well, I thought I try and lay an egg myself, I am a chick after all!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Michael couldn't believe his eyes, his plan worked! So he ran down to tell the others!</p><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsLW7hxZCz7KWNLszKSVNYrBejKhlaQ1h1gJAbLTFDbolhvJlB58sMNiW5oalwALm4Ir8z1OsdE4u7GqLbSDKgjbAcUwEiQj7v-oaB08R2d0LYQbEOP3-EzDFXSdKlfU1c3qtOhFpLyNf/s2048/QLFJ1682.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsLW7hxZCz7KWNLszKSVNYrBejKhlaQ1h1gJAbLTFDbolhvJlB58sMNiW5oalwALm4Ir8z1OsdE4u7GqLbSDKgjbAcUwEiQj7v-oaB08R2d0LYQbEOP3-EzDFXSdKlfU1c3qtOhFpLyNf/s320/QLFJ1682.jpeg" /></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Look! Look! I layed a chocolate egg!"<br />"Michael, that's not Chocolate..."<br />"Eeeeeeeww!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p>Renee guided the little ones in the right direction, and low and behold there were lots of delicious giant chocolate Easter eggs for them all.<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinLJU6uBjkHiZFQMBoXaW_frNtUbiLnHmGD0ZK_XK4ytxUUWepJ3lpwcUq0lqdAa7dkfjQSHH2HUsPToV-8nGElzxgpLl5hJXlgD4xZ1NKg2IDH8lwH8zSB8B1ctWNIGx7HLsVtycw7WIB/s2048/VRRV3537.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinLJU6uBjkHiZFQMBoXaW_frNtUbiLnHmGD0ZK_XK4ytxUUWepJ3lpwcUq0lqdAa7dkfjQSHH2HUsPToV-8nGElzxgpLl5hJXlgD4xZ1NKg2IDH8lwH8zSB8B1ctWNIGx7HLsVtycw7WIB/s320/VRRV3537.jpeg" width="320" /></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Maybe next time leave it to the Easter bunny Michael!"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p>Happy Easter, one and all x<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-72249939691180188572021-03-14T09:52:00.004-07:002021-03-14T09:52:59.011-07:00The Best Mothers Day Waffles<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">It's Mothers day morning in Sylvania and the little ones wanted to do something special for their Momma. Mrs B makes breakfast for them every morning, so they decided to make it for her instead. They were going to cook the most delicious breakfast in bed she's ever had!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhye_JtineODuWSJ3VhhxZ0pEi58epRkxvYatqGJ2w6yqpNHzH2wWGt4H9PTlFTAwaTRjGBT4Kk-iFqS_TpLU9dyKUFC52-Xikikivr7YKJBtP-PEnzqngGgznw4BQgZbKOH4kVqca5O8jD/s2048/TGIL9064.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1632" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhye_JtineODuWSJ3VhhxZ0pEi58epRkxvYatqGJ2w6yqpNHzH2wWGt4H9PTlFTAwaTRjGBT4Kk-iFqS_TpLU9dyKUFC52-Xikikivr7YKJBtP-PEnzqngGgznw4BQgZbKOH4kVqca5O8jD/s320/TGIL9064.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"LET'S MAKE WAFFLES!"<br />"Oh Michael, you've spilt the flour everywhere!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia;">They worked hard to get the batter just right. Renee asked Jerome to pour the mixture into the waffle iron.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7h90teYRYCRPjbl_pM93SjV96n_1_Yk23lDAF6CLHBNSw91luwNkt-VwPuups5H17Q9uRZ0Q_K8Fo68IQDE3wdAjlmAewIQ7yLa9Br-Y9867x9BJIS7D7XrmMfeUJF-_RD8yinWpP-OuL/s2048/AVRR6901.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1639" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7h90teYRYCRPjbl_pM93SjV96n_1_Yk23lDAF6CLHBNSw91luwNkt-VwPuups5H17Q9uRZ0Q_K8Fo68IQDE3wdAjlmAewIQ7yLa9Br-Y9867x9BJIS7D7XrmMfeUJF-_RD8yinWpP-OuL/s320/AVRR6901.jpeg" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Maybe we should use the ladle, Little One?"<br />"Jerome, you've made more mess than me!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia;">After many, many, many attempts, they finally made the perfect waffles. Renee picked a flower from the garden, Jerome poured a fresh OJ, and Michael poured as much syrup as he could all over the waffles. They arranged the breakfast onto the tray, then they snook upstairs to surprise Mrs B.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZG7bRz7OS9zvc6BgK-GWHecTiXqTcdpdlBZBBHm5KgJ5e80ma5hohJDCK7X13gjvPb1BVXoH2IT96okblLCkzOgHqhWr4yupfTJNT1VEtd2Upk6BtOvbSOJJrjrwe7RDJRadQItBvMVU/s2048/GXRZ2806.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZG7bRz7OS9zvc6BgK-GWHecTiXqTcdpdlBZBBHm5KgJ5e80ma5hohJDCK7X13gjvPb1BVXoH2IT96okblLCkzOgHqhWr4yupfTJNT1VEtd2Upk6BtOvbSOJJrjrwe7RDJRadQItBvMVU/s320/GXRZ2806.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"HAPPY MOTHERS DAY MOMMA!"<br />"We made you waffles, all by ourselves!"<br />"Well, I can see that! Thank you little ones, you've made my day"<br /><br /></i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Happy Mothers Day, love the Beaver Family x<br /><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> </span><p></p>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-46908704723112250432021-03-09T09:20:00.003-08:002021-03-09T09:26:01.218-08:00cup of tea and a park bench.<span style="font-family: georgia;">The brand new flower shop had just opened in town and everyone, Mrs Beaver included, was excited to have a look around.<br /><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HXBtevKAm7eDzmIPlaoVnklN7XTemSE0zQO63ZLBRLDWFDKX-rN89l_Jm2vPppAVNVlNcKgy1R_-y7QNSj4kKRINchyuCNqE6smo_vixad6Cl0pmR89c4LyP_YJZM6230inAaPoKB67x/s2048/PGYR7640.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1469" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HXBtevKAm7eDzmIPlaoVnklN7XTemSE0zQO63ZLBRLDWFDKX-rN89l_Jm2vPppAVNVlNcKgy1R_-y7QNSj4kKRINchyuCNqE6smo_vixad6Cl0pmR89c4LyP_YJZM6230inAaPoKB67x/s320/PGYR7640.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Oh how lovely are those tulips, lets get some for Mr B"<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">The shop was hustling and bustling with flower sniffing sylvanians. Mrs B bumped into one of her best friends, Mrs Neptune with her littlest one, Sandy. They were also buying a beautiful bunch of floral loveliness.<br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCj8ucG0majQJ56I0f2pWyX-mHSPtOVdEjUO2OevSTMFfC8BVb5MaljkJB_pEmPlSBHSnxpU0_PQF7vdaPvNedYzR_t_UMQlY2ATKb1FDZwtRmnTgfRNaaFVD2Av1r-g1Nx7MmledPfjVN/s2048/KRUP4908.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1388" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCj8ucG0majQJ56I0f2pWyX-mHSPtOVdEjUO2OevSTMFfC8BVb5MaljkJB_pEmPlSBHSnxpU0_PQF7vdaPvNedYzR_t_UMQlY2ATKb1FDZwtRmnTgfRNaaFVD2Av1r-g1Nx7MmledPfjVN/s320/KRUP4908.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Mrs B! I haven't seen you for so long, would you and the boys like to join myself and Sandy for a spot of tea and cake?"<br />"Would we ever!"</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">On their way to the Bistro, they bumped into another of their very best friends, Mrs Walnut, and her two little ones Ralph and Saffron. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgU6vz9bnxMbNGIDl2E9wNuMOSTXLC7-9ypZti6mrPVk71svTXVG-mYUkavoUX9xr9dXUPL6x1KN_bV6hGEVlfVP7Da82_wfGgiYYfL1BT83YKLkQ2UpAmpWIQN3EDWP9FWOp-wc3gjwS/s2048/JOCM6272.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgU6vz9bnxMbNGIDl2E9wNuMOSTXLC7-9ypZti6mrPVk71svTXVG-mYUkavoUX9xr9dXUPL6x1KN_bV6hGEVlfVP7Da82_wfGgiYYfL1BT83YKLkQ2UpAmpWIQN3EDWP9FWOp-wc3gjwS/s320/JOCM6272.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Mrs Walnut! We're heading for tea and cake, join us!"<br />"Count me in ladies, I need to put my feet up!"</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">As they approached the Bistro the chef broke out in a cold sweat as he saw the group of Momma's and babies. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYBX_6tH7FJx6hFAjiIDYkCGzPiIbiXOlcEgWyWyhCbhgVQyne9tH_vO2ooflig-3TOzkvT91XwKORLHflgnT10PvwJ1gMBxON-CqNbo1r2YfIsTQ1pbtEUg4QrsYGg5x47nJfB_w-JJfm/s2048/DJJM6952.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYBX_6tH7FJx6hFAjiIDYkCGzPiIbiXOlcEgWyWyhCbhgVQyne9tH_vO2ooflig-3TOzkvT91XwKORLHflgnT10PvwJ1gMBxON-CqNbo1r2YfIsTQ1pbtEUg4QrsYGg5x47nJfB_w-JJfm/s320/DJJM6952.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Madame Vache, what do we do! There is so many of them and so many sticky little fingers!"<br />"Monsieur, don't fret, I'll handle this!"</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Being a Nanny herself, Madame Vache knew all the babies needed was a little entertaining, so she asked them all to help her serve their Mommas their tea and cake. And help her they did!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6_b23czOOKhosFBfhyphenhyphennUgiO9cGPdQXdw0NF77GopS84VmVChEU4PfrT2RbVAc_z4hlGV6u9Zg8siO5oeLAWgu0TznHE8L0RQ3nHHb-sBKsyuJkI7H-tZfvcpg8fov8pe6uUIyXLmzBrn/s2048/DKFV2808.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6_b23czOOKhosFBfhyphenhyphennUgiO9cGPdQXdw0NF77GopS84VmVChEU4PfrT2RbVAc_z4hlGV6u9Zg8siO5oeLAWgu0TznHE8L0RQ3nHHb-sBKsyuJkI7H-tZfvcpg8fov8pe6uUIyXLmzBrn/s320/DKFV2808.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Oh my goodness, Michael what are you doing! Get out of the serving trolly! Thank you so much for this Madame Vache, but could we take our cakes to go? I think we've caused enough trouble for one afternoon"<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">The babies just had far too much energy, so they headed to the place they knew they'd get a little piece and quite... the park.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfrl0ObHbvhQN5hyphenhyphenHYEoFiieDZg4KzbphuCvsGxukZ4YuBU3w657Cv4RyZp7OSXYGr_M2mIOCZcFchfV1RehGk97S_LmoY-jJGW0eUzvpEaZjTX_dgDbgACN1nXNyKSnXrrcmDWBHbr48M/s1019/IMG_1937.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1019" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfrl0ObHbvhQN5hyphenhyphenHYEoFiieDZg4KzbphuCvsGxukZ4YuBU3w657Cv4RyZp7OSXYGr_M2mIOCZcFchfV1RehGk97S_LmoY-jJGW0eUzvpEaZjTX_dgDbgACN1nXNyKSnXrrcmDWBHbr48M/s320/IMG_1937.jpeg" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"If this doesn't wear them out, I don't know what will!"</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Finally the Mommas had a minute to sit, relax, and enjoy the scrumptious cakes and have a good old catch up. Madame Vache even threw in some macaroons. She must of known they needed them!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dkSo0forPMtOfMxQzyjrrA9xsHFw4gfvXkaPdd6sXVaP86ZzrmTqMzsSHfGqWaSq18IMgq9d_gVNMNZ9PmnR5Wr7HcCMmTEAR1vshc72HT6wV-J9TPwGKk-z5bc0Yfz26mWEsrnhQe-k/s2048/IMG_1923.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dkSo0forPMtOfMxQzyjrrA9xsHFw4gfvXkaPdd6sXVaP86ZzrmTqMzsSHfGqWaSq18IMgq9d_gVNMNZ9PmnR5Wr7HcCMmTEAR1vshc72HT6wV-J9TPwGKk-z5bc0Yfz26mWEsrnhQe-k/s320/IMG_1923.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"I could sit here with you, my friends, for hours"<br />"Me too Mrs B, me too"</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Little did they know Michael was up to mischief... again.<br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxrccp3kVwTMBMFD-gWgL5PHuER3UoPKfvCDtGVxTscrWF_qI4i5h5tsQac9noN86orAf48JKXsjddEwOdgdrB0aalKrTJV7nbSVmefACcuOUosVvwUE5dzsslB0k1r3HNEyPaZmd7Gpg/s960/KEZZ8596.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxrccp3kVwTMBMFD-gWgL5PHuER3UoPKfvCDtGVxTscrWF_qI4i5h5tsQac9noN86orAf48JKXsjddEwOdgdrB0aalKrTJV7nbSVmefACcuOUosVvwUE5dzsslB0k1r3HNEyPaZmd7Gpg/s320/KEZZ8596.jpeg" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Wahoooo, I'm so fast!"</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikeQUT7KCs_fJewP5g3qw0yA9QAJ4Qa96Cszhtle2s0hSXb96ZyRAsKIMXk1YMGT-uOV_tIpx5NupmM-IQ7fEYE5DP-TlyYT1FwG_c8PJt959mWYNT0gzOcRiwo4QkUL4eQ2bsV9raM78Q/s2048/DVAW8867.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1719" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikeQUT7KCs_fJewP5g3qw0yA9QAJ4Qa96Cszhtle2s0hSXb96ZyRAsKIMXk1YMGT-uOV_tIpx5NupmM-IQ7fEYE5DP-TlyYT1FwG_c8PJt959mWYNT0gzOcRiwo4QkUL4eQ2bsV9raM78Q/s320/DVAW8867.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Now Sandy, push me as high as you can, I'm going to make it to the moon!"<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSObBgNMPFZ3J0FEpuJ9XOZSv49pMxqFxahzOPeco3gQATQAKlu0J8y9rLyYNIiPz8l-_dtp6EeYjS9nBQX97ZUTVeRHYGynO_CdGgeVbDJNzBZA66R34Xr5tORIdi4NNGZJPmYxCXqyu/s2048/SPGK9530.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1639" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSObBgNMPFZ3J0FEpuJ9XOZSv49pMxqFxahzOPeco3gQATQAKlu0J8y9rLyYNIiPz8l-_dtp6EeYjS9nBQX97ZUTVeRHYGynO_CdGgeVbDJNzBZA66R34Xr5tORIdi4NNGZJPmYxCXqyu/s320/SPGK9530.jpeg" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"TO THE MOOOOOOON!"</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLT_FKvTsMMOmSrLbrEYl6zMaVP0u5Lit5wQvqhGqwB4B2ps0WAVTW-7Q-1lqPo5pWnA56FfBiOxo_rBBcuC9d4q-l56NF-F6t4vbBZFUHrzYiz8oVYstd8xevu7SFe0lwYbq-FUeWJ8iH/s2048/XFQG4201.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLT_FKvTsMMOmSrLbrEYl6zMaVP0u5Lit5wQvqhGqwB4B2ps0WAVTW-7Q-1lqPo5pWnA56FfBiOxo_rBBcuC9d4q-l56NF-F6t4vbBZFUHrzYiz8oVYstd8xevu7SFe0lwYbq-FUeWJ8iH/s320/XFQG4201.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"AAAAAAAAAHHHH" </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Luckily Michael landed in the soft shrub behind the treehouse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh36xk82-793GzgiZom_4SbuNE67tw6mCAZxqFsghXR9xj4ZoU3_CTgP4pZVNcPBmRpAxOIb-mjqSBcTD1svdlkKX2fytnEOkDzr3yJvKocl8QQM9g8zoXfI8V2BG7DXz8Vw-lAVvnhSJX-/s2048/AOIQ9056.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh36xk82-793GzgiZom_4SbuNE67tw6mCAZxqFsghXR9xj4ZoU3_CTgP4pZVNcPBmRpAxOIb-mjqSBcTD1svdlkKX2fytnEOkDzr3yJvKocl8QQM9g8zoXfI8V2BG7DXz8Vw-lAVvnhSJX-/s320/AOIQ9056.jpeg" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Oh Michael, whenever will you learn. Are you feeling ok? Are you hurt?"<br />"I don't know Momma..."<br />"Will a slice of cake help?"<br />"I think it might, yes, cake will help"<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">While Michael and Jerome stuffed their faces with cake, Mrs B tried to get the remainder of the bush out of Michaels clothes,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1639" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_S62MUBxPvnsCu9QYFVI6f6yWHAWjYdVQTHVLh1m9hXV7JRgopGhs_VURbxzTt0pPUlzqJPwXSN0b6xsUwBbAbJb1IXztSXVhtBHmZbvGentfHWexqTeY5C3Dh4PCWiXweM27lQ1aLocG/s320/EVQR9745.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"You'd make a lovely garden topiary, Michael"<br />"Shall I do it again?"<br />"NO!"</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_S62MUBxPvnsCu9QYFVI6f6yWHAWjYdVQTHVLh1m9hXV7JRgopGhs_VURbxzTt0pPUlzqJPwXSN0b6xsUwBbAbJb1IXztSXVhtBHmZbvGentfHWexqTeY5C3Dh4PCWiXweM27lQ1aLocG/s2048/EVQR9745.jpeg"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HXBtevKAm7eDzmIPlaoVnklN7XTemSE0zQO63ZLBRLDWFDKX-rN89l_Jm2vPppAVNVlNcKgy1R_-y7QNSj4kKRINchyuCNqE6smo_vixad6Cl0pmR89c4LyP_YJZM6230inAaPoKB67x/s2048/PGYR7640.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></a></div>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-61570498235166870912021-01-29T01:46:00.007-08:002021-01-29T01:54:55.953-08:00Draw me like one of your French girls<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mr and Mrs B’s bedroom was still left unfinished, so Renee, being quite nifty with a sewing machine and having a keen eye for patterns and colours, thought she’d help them out and make the bedding and curtains herself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JW40rQvYIR4Nft5kASCCXyItXWxZ7-70-GTzDCuUK-gFinuO1bckB0IVGTqf1d_hfz8akaPw27MCr1Dg3ZSGOfwInDMztcw1-d1isvYiumv1PFl86fPgtDQR2u6KzXiHOviMgW_DcWrK/s2048/4D8E67C4-5C17-4B49-BD26-770FAF164462.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1542" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JW40rQvYIR4Nft5kASCCXyItXWxZ7-70-GTzDCuUK-gFinuO1bckB0IVGTqf1d_hfz8akaPw27MCr1Dg3ZSGOfwInDMztcw1-d1isvYiumv1PFl86fPgtDQR2u6KzXiHOviMgW_DcWrK/s320/4D8E67C4-5C17-4B49-BD26-770FAF164462.jpeg" width="320" /></a><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>They will get there bedroom finished before the decades out!</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div>Mr and Mrs B couldn’t believe their eyes, what a wonderful surprise! The once white sheets, now a bright pink worked wonderfully with the grey and patterned fabric. They couldn’t of done a better job themselves. <p></p><p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqrN4ytuK_yZk6venwWIMM7psdRPPvnNIMWziZNA8I4sp7s4LGzjGVwuhuL8cA_g1DsVqJ7T-VDgY517qUQBqpr0K-VIr8Qhedq6Le_JhPYDtbuXS5z438g208wVix7uwNEI1YH6jxHzO/s2048/4ED71F62-9C47-4AD3-9A18-AA7053A72921.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqrN4ytuK_yZk6venwWIMM7psdRPPvnNIMWziZNA8I4sp7s4LGzjGVwuhuL8cA_g1DsVqJ7T-VDgY517qUQBqpr0K-VIr8Qhedq6Le_JhPYDtbuXS5z438g208wVix7uwNEI1YH6jxHzO/s320/4ED71F62-9C47-4AD3-9A18-AA7053A72921.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>“Oh Renee, we love them! We’re so proud of you!”</i><br /><i>“We just need some art on the wall. I have an idea. Mrs B, will you join me in my studio?”</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p>The most beautiful thing Mr B has ever drawn is his lovely wife. His idea was to make a collection of drawings celebrating just how lovely she is.</p><p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuyW1ERHX6xFmBp5KZ6qRdAhm_qTc2pnNCS9-4Gr-QZ1R1Im0qCJBogxsOTtzGyazvtGkBJBTQV_6po9KGl66jwMGd-zzNTwiBJhpLJVyQ3ucvmtpO3GwCmBphHUNzYEzzSlJOz7o3QroI/s2048/7D368AFF-F277-4E95-9BB3-719AAECD307D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1559" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuyW1ERHX6xFmBp5KZ6qRdAhm_qTc2pnNCS9-4Gr-QZ1R1Im0qCJBogxsOTtzGyazvtGkBJBTQV_6po9KGl66jwMGd-zzNTwiBJhpLJVyQ3ucvmtpO3GwCmBphHUNzYEzzSlJOz7o3QroI/s320/7D368AFF-F277-4E95-9BB3-719AAECD307D.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>“<i>Mr B, draw me like one of your French Girls”</i><br />“I’ve only ever drawn the Eiffel Tower, but I’ll try my best!”</i></td></tr></tbody></table></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The drawings were all framed and mounted onto the wall. The bedroom was finally complete. Mrs B couldn’t believe how luxurious it looked!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEf7cAS2wp_KeUiqBJQOApDpUwloLavRTQulTlz6jvfOXbSrWEqHn4i6Fe9-aYTj_NGknGvu_Bv2d0hEzTmLguWis1GsvxYFsIXFQ2yRZWaOMwOuRTyD19tUUyLNhgPKq6ICSU8dH0-3q/s2048/C939D264-A01E-4578-AF36-1BAC10A4120B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1414" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEf7cAS2wp_KeUiqBJQOApDpUwloLavRTQulTlz6jvfOXbSrWEqHn4i6Fe9-aYTj_NGknGvu_Bv2d0hEzTmLguWis1GsvxYFsIXFQ2yRZWaOMwOuRTyD19tUUyLNhgPKq6ICSU8dH0-3q/s320/C939D264-A01E-4578-AF36-1BAC10A4120B.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>“Look everyone! You can see Mommas bum bum!”</i><br /><i>“It’s Art Michael, you’re so immature! I love them Momma, they’re so beautiful!”</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div></span></div>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-87104878320360346532020-12-25T09:11:00.000-08:002020-12-25T09:11:14.715-08:00The Christmas TreeMr Beaver took the little ones deep into forrest to find the perfect Christmas tree to take centre stage in their living room this year. After several hours of hiking amongst the trees, there it was, the most perfect tree Mr Beaver had ever seen.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6KKAQZNpGrD0Y_JV1PcO3Kk1vU3LgTcY3E_3HY4ObugADKJvQy2tMxnuyd0GvIlcdHeLhf_155dKZxsFltYBL2V0DgV-Q6g6XrYdq_Hz32seyNBzjQaqbb02ddvPJSlWIVd1WrMiazTM/s849/KWBS8169.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="849" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6KKAQZNpGrD0Y_JV1PcO3Kk1vU3LgTcY3E_3HY4ObugADKJvQy2tMxnuyd0GvIlcdHeLhf_155dKZxsFltYBL2V0DgV-Q6g6XrYdq_Hz32seyNBzjQaqbb02ddvPJSlWIVd1WrMiazTM/s320/KWBS8169.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"This is it kids, it's absolutely perfect!"<br />"You don't think it's slightly on the large side Poppa?"</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Mr Beaver began sawing the bottom of the trunk. He asked the children to stand way back and out of the way, but they desperately wanted to help. Michael suggested they help by pushing the tree a little to help it fall.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS3CT8CABy0kjKYcCggI820K2xa6JkXfkV0gm5Zi0yLR4rE9P-AXiJJZd6E2pOOmpspb2wb141m99ry34K477WjWCjwWNV36l-uC21MfM3Vyq81kuDrwSQ-5lLuzkiUxdKe0P8upIp-q-9/s2048/MAJT0194.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1304" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS3CT8CABy0kjKYcCggI820K2xa6JkXfkV0gm5Zi0yLR4rE9P-AXiJJZd6E2pOOmpspb2wb141m99ry34K477WjWCjwWNV36l-uC21MfM3Vyq81kuDrwSQ-5lLuzkiUxdKe0P8upIp-q-9/s320/MAJT0194.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"TIMBEAAAAAAHHHHHHR!"<br />"Oops, sorry Poppa!"</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>After much struggling and several splinters later, Mr Beaver managed to get the wonderful tree on top of the car. They drove through the town, attracting quite a lot of attention from the other Sylvanians. Mr Beaver felt proud as punch.<div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJJZkRvd3hCU2puTaiY1XxoqFR1wxB1T1X_sc6MVZOzA4S4Ocmr3h8OeYbzhn2b9I8cbzS0w0xXlRNAhGE0sNCVdFVN6PBlNjhaQFYDzwgHFGjg9GZ_Z-ImX4szBw9j-itUgvoPmYj35Zf/s4032/IMG_0849.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJJZkRvd3hCU2puTaiY1XxoqFR1wxB1T1X_sc6MVZOzA4S4Ocmr3h8OeYbzhn2b9I8cbzS0w0xXlRNAhGE0sNCVdFVN6PBlNjhaQFYDzwgHFGjg9GZ_Z-ImX4szBw9j-itUgvoPmYj35Zf/s320/IMG_0849.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Everyone is admiring our beautiful Christmas tree, kids!"<br />"I'm not sure that's what they're doing, Poppa"</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>Just as they arrived home it started to snow. Mr Beaver asked for everyones help to get the tree inside, but no matter how hard they pushed, shoved and pulled, it just wouldn't fit through the front door.</div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtMBktQfNouALBb9NMkrLiTF8z34c_nmjIjv9mGnRc6QLktNnYxb9RLAsWiQMSY5iZNq_xBbKHdu7MOyGUuzSgNhvononF83bMOjOuDv1wc0SCbE1juIHjRyH3iD7BbPP0zq4ZOz6Jcx28/s2048/NRDY7944.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtMBktQfNouALBb9NMkrLiTF8z34c_nmjIjv9mGnRc6QLktNnYxb9RLAsWiQMSY5iZNq_xBbKHdu7MOyGUuzSgNhvononF83bMOjOuDv1wc0SCbE1juIHjRyH3iD7BbPP0zq4ZOz6Jcx28/s320/NRDY7944.jpeg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Maybe if I just took the door off it's hinges I could..."<br />"Oh no you don't MR B! The tree will have to stay outside!"</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>It looked like they would have to decorate the tree outside this year. Mrs Beaver had a grand idea...</div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhouNPDKpUq9Zu7_LTHY0T5SQQNFCkPTSgfLxMAXD_VoTRQeyCw7MvhlXuRjbGAe4T-zu7qcJAazohWv7iRltlkNB7CvQYY5aL_Be0QF_-vJbITyZbqrg6hDQvy01URguiTW7ANGt4iULhx/s1024/decorating+the+tree.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhouNPDKpUq9Zu7_LTHY0T5SQQNFCkPTSgfLxMAXD_VoTRQeyCw7MvhlXuRjbGAe4T-zu7qcJAazohWv7iRltlkNB7CvQYY5aL_Be0QF_-vJbITyZbqrg6hDQvy01URguiTW7ANGt4iULhx/s320/decorating+the+tree.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I'm sorry family, I really thought it would fit"<br />"Oh don't worry Mr B, I have a great idea. Let's have Christmas outside!"<br />"YAY! Why would we want to be stuck inside when it's so beautiful outside?"<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>So it was decided, Christmas was going to be outside this year. But Michael and Jerome were quite concerned. What if Father Christmas went down the chimney, couldn't see the tree so wouldn't leave them any presents?! Michael decided to make sure Santa would know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtW4Si65TZnX315-eweGnRf7b7oUdZAR58ZYZKo3XgGUxPWH5Gdzt8eOy1-UWRFZQpYphdL3CxmK0_LKGpI8TnYZlGuRT6YCs145AGRwSMgxJikdKfopjk9s7RuUjfKx_Q2JVjG9bK29S/s2048/christmas+dinner+01.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMClrtNQdvSN5Q98TF5NOKhn8DpScZ7GSozWWMwiWBYUTKojJthPbn_hiW75O4E2Brn_2OnONexQ8-SevChmPXDmFbHGsHJstycJ8A785lNVGcjkqB7Wqju80CN2MQv4XKuHpZKwUY9fh/s2048/IMG_1046.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMClrtNQdvSN5Q98TF5NOKhn8DpScZ7GSozWWMwiWBYUTKojJthPbn_hiW75O4E2Brn_2OnONexQ8-SevChmPXDmFbHGsHJstycJ8A785lNVGcjkqB7Wqju80CN2MQv4XKuHpZKwUY9fh/s320/IMG_1046.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"That should do it Jerome, I'm pretty sure Santa can see it from the sky!"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">But there was no need to worry, Santa knew exactly where the tree was. The outside Christmas was proving to be a splendid idea. The Christmas dinner was extremely delicious, but half way through Mr Beaver suggested that maybe they ate the rest inside. everybody was starting to loose feeling in their hands.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtW4Si65TZnX315-eweGnRf7b7oUdZAR58ZYZKo3XgGUxPWH5Gdzt8eOy1-UWRFZQpYphdL3CxmK0_LKGpI8TnYZlGuRT6YCs145AGRwSMgxJikdKfopjk9s7RuUjfKx_Q2JVjG9bK29S/s320/christmas+dinner+01.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Well it's been rather lovely and a nice change of scenery, but how about we go warm our bottoms in front of a nice warm fire!"<br /><br /><br />"Merry Christmas Everyone!"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></div></div></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-11023652191006767302020-10-24T01:07:00.005-07:002020-10-24T01:07:53.935-07:00Laundry Day<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">After a busy summer, the house was finally quiet and Mr Beaver could catch up on chores that had been put off for some time. He tightened his apron, pulled out his feather duster and got to it. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3MDOBegnGYFddeHeYjJ6BgWLdtCoJVpJ3Lvr0s0iJBfDAsSmkfKUw9Fz8-c6W66v1hodi75HpLExcn1zU65zV56MHFsasX5Sh7GsUP7HL5T_UBvY6ZHDyduxYhH8wjnYgnn3XeQqQiT0D/s2048/5AFA45ED-E274-46CF-913E-8519B1D1AFD7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3MDOBegnGYFddeHeYjJ6BgWLdtCoJVpJ3Lvr0s0iJBfDAsSmkfKUw9Fz8-c6W66v1hodi75HpLExcn1zU65zV56MHFsasX5Sh7GsUP7HL5T_UBvY6ZHDyduxYhH8wjnYgnn3XeQqQiT0D/s320/5AFA45ED-E274-46CF-913E-8519B1D1AFD7.jpeg" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Boy oh Boy the living room is dusty!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Once downstairs was spick and span, he headed upstairs. Now Mrs B always did the laundry, she was quite clear that Mr B should leave that job to her. But Mr B had other ideas.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpPkOmFk_lFXdurEjTzUyPGlUo7iq1vc0pW2lv-Zet8S-oEtts9JqtNelonnn6zgsE2aeucy13XQ0ZVO6SaXQbvguti4kzTeiU9il2zz7dCU49Q_Zsquazpluyx4DRdGiY4P013abpPAAe/s2048/E8A99654-D17D-4B47-8EB4-2A5F4121E884.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpPkOmFk_lFXdurEjTzUyPGlUo7iq1vc0pW2lv-Zet8S-oEtts9JqtNelonnn6zgsE2aeucy13XQ0ZVO6SaXQbvguti4kzTeiU9il2zz7dCU49Q_Zsquazpluyx4DRdGiY4P013abpPAAe/s320/E8A99654-D17D-4B47-8EB4-2A5F4121E884.jpeg" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"I think I'll surprise Mrs B and do all the white sheets, she'll be so pleased!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mr B loaded the machine with as many white sheets as he could fit in. He poured in the washing detergent and softener, like he had seen Mrs B do, then pressed 'GO'. But just as the machine had started to fill with water, he noticed something else in there with the white sheets.</span><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyS2jxGC2Jvnv-ruvM7AzoqknsmEr7ZmAWmUlbBoDwDX9KSo8Qsp90WRCmN7M6hnq_VyJP2iNnXywTTCTkAVpo-rDERO8W1cNWcKmOHTS4Uj5gHrLajgISIAx7BNrG6sf5Qa126UhCUTT-/s1983/7E4685FC-B8F3-458A-B8A4-1DB76AE36E55.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1983" data-original-width="1586" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyS2jxGC2Jvnv-ruvM7AzoqknsmEr7ZmAWmUlbBoDwDX9KSo8Qsp90WRCmN7M6hnq_VyJP2iNnXywTTCTkAVpo-rDERO8W1cNWcKmOHTS4Uj5gHrLajgISIAx7BNrG6sf5Qa126UhCUTT-/s320/7E4685FC-B8F3-458A-B8A4-1DB76AE36E55.jpeg" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Oh look, my missing red sock! <br />I've been looking for you everywhere. <br />How on earth did you get in there? <br />Oh well, Im sure it will be fine"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mr B was quite pleased with himself, he had all the washing out to dry as Mrs B came home from the village with Jerome. But the sheets did look little different to when they went into the machine, they now had a slight tint of pink. Mr B was sure Mrs B wouldn't notice.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlQ5i65pfMRfuqY3vrbL9BqOU0erzTU19jMeqMp7Fq9H-x4FWwEzVpzeD-OUJG1PUG32u6YEQ4IGLerBE7liSC9iCIEhoxvf-bgIz_9v9Tj_1k_l87CgzPAi7gBe_5VyOXYT4RMQFcdLY/s2048/6246113B-4A73-4442-8A28-0901DDB5218E.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlQ5i65pfMRfuqY3vrbL9BqOU0erzTU19jMeqMp7Fq9H-x4FWwEzVpzeD-OUJG1PUG32u6YEQ4IGLerBE7liSC9iCIEhoxvf-bgIz_9v9Tj_1k_l87CgzPAi7gBe_5VyOXYT4RMQFcdLY/s320/6246113B-4A73-4442-8A28-0901DDB5218E.jpeg" width="320" /></i></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>"Mrs Beaver what happened to the sheets!?"<br />"I found my red sock Mrs B, look!"<br />"Oh, I can see that!"</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>Maybe next time Mr Beaver will listen to Mrs Beaver and leave the laundry to her.<br /><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /> </span></p>Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-15744531361080875572020-06-16T05:18:00.001-07:002020-06-16T05:19:20.425-07:00Traffic Jam<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Well, you'll be surprised to find out that the traffic jam jammer, is little Michael himself. Whilst riding down the high-street with his sister, Renee, he spotted a shiny piece of delicious candy.</span></div>
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Renee was also eager to get home as she'd left her bedroom in quite the mess and had spotted Mrs Beaver in the queue of traffic. So to hurry Michael along she brought him to the village store to get some candy that wasn't covered in dirt and goodness knows what else.</div>
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She heard Mrs Beaver come in, so she quickly hid the mess and whipped around the room with the vacuum, just as Mrs Beaver opened the bedroom door!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"I thought I heard the vacuum, it's so nice and tidy in here!... <br />wait a minute... what on earths this?"<br />"OH NO!"</i></td></tr>
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Clashing and banging, sizzling and spitting, Mrs Beaver was cooking up a storm in the kitchen!<br />
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The smells coming from the kitchen were so delicious, the little ones couldn’t resist any longer. They just had to have a taste of something!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">”look at those burgers, Jerome! Maybe we should have just a little taste? “</td></tr>
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“ME!”<br />
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Mrs Beaver was ready for business. She was a little worried that nobody would come to taste her yummy plant creations, but she didn’t need to worry. So many of Sylvanian came to try her delicious food!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">“Oh Mrs Beaver I’m so proud of you!”<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>"Momma, could I use my pocket money to buy this for Sandy Neptune?"<br />"oh, of course my darling, how sweet!"</i></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">At home, Michael got to writting his Valentines. But he didn't just buy a card for Sandy Neptune. He also bought cards for Poppy Fenton, Saffron Walnut and Creme Chocolate, inviting them all to Valentines dinner!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>"Renee wont mind me using her glitter and perfume for the cards. <br />Hopefully one of them will turn up!"</i></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The next morning Sandy and the others all received a pink rose and card from Michael. He invited each one to dinner at the Bistro in the town.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>"Momma, I have a Valentines from Michael. But it smells like ladies perfume!"</i></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Michael waited at the door of the restaurant excited to see who would turn up. Well, they all turned up at once, Creme, Saffron, Sandy and Poppy, and they weren't very happy with him!</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>"Michael, did you invite all of these lovely ladies?!"</i></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The little ladies all decided to spend their valentines together, while Michael had dinner with his Momma.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />With all the positive vibes coming from all the Sylvanians, he decided to hit the beach and take his training to the next level. </span></div>
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Michael looked out of his bedroom window to see the heavy November rain falling to the ground, creating the biggest puddles he'd ever seen. The rest of the Beaver family thought it was perfect weather to snuggle up by a cozy fire with a hot cup of cocoa, but not Michael. Michael put on his outdoor gear, found his tricycle and went puddle hunting!<br />
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<br />With his little legs peddling as fast as they could, he went through the puddle with the biggest SPLASH he'd ever seen! But at the last moment, Michael lost his footing and came of his tricycle with a great big SPLOSH!</div>
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In Mr Beavers studio, he was finding it really hard to find any kind of inspiration. No matter what he did, the page stayed white.</div>
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But he had an idea that might be just the thing he needed and would please Mrs Beaver too!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Mrs Beaver, pack your case. We're going to Paris!"<br />"Oh my word, I've always wanted to go!"</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>"Oh dear, there really is quite a lot here. What will he say?"</i></span></td></tr>
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Jo de Ruiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01339527913269912553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019295346335232510.post-90626241051023920282019-09-14T06:26:00.000-07:002019-09-14T06:40:56.786-07:00Back to School<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It's that time of year again. Mrs Beaver arranged Michael and Renee in front of the door to get the obligatory back to school photo.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Hurry up Momma, we'll be late!"<br />"Wait there little ones, just one more, say WE LOVE LEARNING!"</span></i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />Mr Springer was so happy to see everyone after the summer break. But as soon as the class were settled at their desks inside, Mr Springer asked them all to follow him outside into the school yard.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"I hope you had a wonderful summer class! Our first lesson will be held outside, bring your spades and trowels!"</span></i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />The first lesson of the year would be to learn where all their food came from. So the class got busy tending to the vegetable patches full of delicious colourful vegetables.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: 12.8px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Look at all the beautiful butterflies!"</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">"No time to </span>dawdle<span style="font-size: 12.8px;">, get harvesting all those yummy Veg. We'll be cooking the whole schools lunch with them!"</span></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />Mr Springers class gathered all the vegetables to take to the kitchen, but just as they were heading in doors poor little Thomas Fielding tripped over spilling cauliflowers, lettuce and cabbages all over the floor!</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Im so sorry everybody, what a waste of food!"<br />"Don't worry little one, all the veggies came from the ground, we have to wash them first, you haven't wasted any!"</span></i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />Everyone mucked in cleaning, scrubbing and peeling all the veggies from the plot. It was messy work, but fun to do together!</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"I didn't know anything could be so dirty!"<br />"You should see Michael before he has a bath!"</span></i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />The class worked hard preparing lunch for the school, but boy was it worth it. The fresh veggies looked like a rainbow of scrummynous, they were so delicious everyone went back for seconds!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"We'll definitely be getting our 5 a day today... But Freya, you only have carrots?!"<br />"Yes, but I have 5 of them, that counts right?!"</span></i></td></tr>
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