Monday 4/10 and Tuesday 5/10, car again

Elizabeth really doesn't know what to do during her leisure time, so she sorted out the car problems on Tuesday. When the trumpet calls, she rushes up, feeds the "bouts" (for "bouts-de-chou", literally pieces of cabbage), prepares them on her own and then drives to the mechanic's. The car needs a few more hours of work on top of the emergency glass job to get back its original freshness. Unfortunately, the replacement pieces won't be available before next week. We prefer to keep the Honda meanwhile. Last time we had a courtesy car, it was a Fiat Seicento. We love small foreign cars, but we prefer travelling with the kids inside the car rather than on the rooftop.

Back home, she feeds the "bouts", then spin the wheels again to another mechanic specialized in alarm fitting. To avoid the five-hour wait at the spot, she borrows the mechanic's car to drive home. This nice young English native has got a BIG mercedes, filled with hanging, dangling, swaying, swinging elephants and golden Vishnus. Kids love it. Elizabeth can't see through.

Back home, she feeds the "bouts" (for "bouts-de-chou", then spin the wheels again to pick-up the car, once again with the twins in the backseat. (I say "impressive job" for a single day, honey)

Otherwise, Monday was the same old ritual: guess what, it starts by feeding the "bouts", then winding (burping)them, then breathing in, then breathing out, then winding the one which needs more, then cleaning the diapers....

We will go for a four day week-end in France. The whole euro-family (and that's a grande familia) wants to met the bouts. But we still don't have IDs for the kids! Actually, they are not even registered yet, shame on daddy. And they won't be allowed through customs without. Dad's in training tomorrow and can't take care of it, so it seems that mum will need a good night of sleep, then spin the wheels again...