Why are some people such douchebags? Why are fairness, thoughtfulness and a smidgen of consideration lost traits?

Thank goodness it isn’t all people, and that I have fair, thoughtful and wonderful people in my life.

(But WHAT ABOUT ALL THE OTHERS? How can they live with their douchbagginess?)

That’s all.

Which wellies?


I heed help.

I have never been a tally-Ho, woodsy sort of girl, but perhaps that is because I have never lived near any. In Prague, and particularly my Prague, there are loads of parks and woods and I think I must already have bored you to death with my woodland commute.

The shipping (still not arrived..!!) is bringing me a range of shoes, but the flea-market wellies I bought on a whim have proved priceless. But they are also already in TATTERS. 20140930-103520-38120856.jpgStill better for 20140930-103519-38119004.jpgbad weather, forests and mud than the cute fabric shoes I brought with me from Bangkok, but the only intact bit is the sole.

So, I am carrying them on the way to work till I get to the forest and changing. Then changing out of them on the tram after work. It is a bit annoying. They are just too ridiculous to be seen in passing through Prague’s gorgeous inner-city. They never were subtle (leopard print), and now they are perished and shredded, I feel so stupid in their look-at-me foot-hugs. What’s more, winter is on the horizon. Wellies (and ones which can bear their soles (and uppers) in a city are a must.

But WHICH WELLIES? These are my faves

(I love bees, i dream one day of keeping them), but the reviews for this supposedly durable brand suggest that I could very soon be walking about in another pair or leaky, split look-at-me feet.

There is certainly no shortage of choice. I do not want heels. That is all.

Any advice? I’m welly confused.

Boob wars

IMAGE CREDIT: Rakuenflow

Now I am sure, those of you following from my earliest days of motherhood will remember that Ivy never breastfed? That has been a source of guilt for me, and persists because Olive still breastfeeds. Ivy never cared until recently.

I think this has happened because Olive’s breastfeeding has increased a little again lately. Rather than only at night time and bedtime, she has been demanding a comfort feed just before dinner time, or whenever she is especially grizzly.

Ivy wants in. I always wanted her to understand that she is always welcome to ‘boobie’. She does not know what to do, so all she really wants is to cuddle me, putting her cheek onto the boob (it has to be, er, out- not in clothes or a bra).

Olive, being pretty rubbish at sharing, really struggles to accept this. When she feeds, she rests her hand proprietorially (annoyingly) across my body to my spare boob. Ivy’s blissfully happy boob-cuddling interferes with this. Both girls will wail and complain if their will is thwarted, but usually O will grumpily lapse into her remaining breast with the spare hand much closer to her. It is an uneasy compromise though, and the two of them irritate each other, O’s little hand absent-mindedly scootching over to its habitual position.

It is a new thing. I’m not a fan, and I’m not sure what to do. I want to be fair to Ivy, but it’s also hard to explain to such a little person that their personal one-to-one mummy time, which they have had from birth now has to be split.

Do any of you twin mummies have any experience or advice about this?


Macro micro


It is Sunday and we are here at the zoo in Prague. As usual, there has been lots of excitement and agitation; we lost our annual pass which was so annoying. Fortunately, in this day and age, all you have to do is show your ID and they zap your details from the database and wahay! A new card (for a small fee) is yours.

There is precious little to report over here except for the usual “my-babies-can-do-loads-of-stuff-cos-actually-they-are-small-humans-and-not-kittens” drivel (they can actually string words together, cats just mew). Ok, well there are a couple of Mini-Sagas.

Mini-saga 1: My toe.
Freaking OUCH. I think he is essentially saying he liked it better in flip-flops and that he is not going back in these closed-toe hellholes without a fight. So there’s that. I’m avoiding the dr as it will be the first time, and it’s really different here to Thailand. The medical insurance I had there meant you could turn up at any medical establishment, and that as long as you did not pick the poshest (and priciest) your bill would always be covered for minor complaints. Here, we have good cover, but it must be used at a specific clinic, and simply turning up is not the Czech way of doing things. We have been told by school, “Do it out of working hours,” and by the clinic, “Don’t be late for your appointment, you won’t be seen,” through a fixed smile. I feel stressed just thinking about it. So, toe, get better by yourself please!

Mini-saga 2: The shipping.
Oh the pain. It is coming today, so I hope the dealings with all the associated morons will end accordingly. However, having looked them up, I am not hopeful. The company is awash with appalling reviews, and most of them centre on the terrible state of customers’ belongings on receipt. My issue is that I am expected to be at home to receive the shipment apparently without any notice (ok, so at 7pm on a Friday night they confirmed it is coming ‘tomorrow’ and if I have any queries I should phone this number). Of course I phoned them repeatedly and was told by an automated moron that they were unavailable. Repeatedly. In my defence, they are not the company I booked my shipping with in thailand- they got my stuff over to the UK. This is the company which has done the second leg (and luckily it was a short one). I have to say that pretty much at every step of the way though there have been annoyances. And out stuff was packed on July 1. It is October 1 on Wednesday. Annoyance #1: telling us we would be notified when our shipment left or arrived somewhere. You’d think that would be a useful part of the service, but not in the mind of the shipping company. I had to chase them all the time.
Annoyance #2: not telling us that our stuff would sit, packed up for a whole month in Bkk before moving anywhere.
Annoyance #3: sending me URGENT REQUESTS for more documents. The wrong documents
Annoyance #4: sending me URGENT REQUESTS for the right document, intimating I had ignored previous correspondence.
Annoyance #5: Oh! You sent arrival emails several weeks ago! To Rasaly! Who the hell is that?
Annoyance #alltherest:
When is it coming? You have no idea? But I work and I have to arrange cover. Friday? What time? Oh it is now Monday? What time? Oh you don’t answer questions at the weekend? F*** you.

Is this the wonderful British customer service I’ve long forgotten?

I told work it is coming between 12 and 3. Leaving at 11 to go home. I hope that turns out to be about right. Above all, I hope our things are in an acceptable condition. They are probably going to feel my wrath anyway, but wrecked belongings will really see me breathing fire. What I can’t stand about this last bit of the shipping transport has been the absolute failure of the shippers to answer any of my 997 queries. There has been a ‘contact’ who has been placating me with, “I’m waiting for a reply from the carrier but it is proving very hard to contact them…” At this stage it doesn’t wash. The Carrier can’t be uncontactable for 10 days straight.

Anyway, there you have it. Macro post, micro sagas.

(I’m on the tram on the way to work now. The zoo was so nice yesterday. Did I mention, Prague rocks?!)


It’s all in…


Gosh – I am quite prolific this week!

Here is a bit of a dry one in the interests of information sharing.

Czech residency
We have taken all the steps I wrote about in my last post. It’s all gone ok apart from a(nother) spelling mistake in AW’s utterly incomprehensible name.

I said there were 4 steps; one is to register (me). Two was to register AW. I was a little concerned about this as AW should have registered immediately, and didn’t. Our adviser unfalteringly advised us that this did not matter. Indeed, it didn’t – although I am not party to what discussions were necessary to overcome this (if any). Next we had to send off our applications for temporary residency.

For this I needed:
-job contract
-tenancy agreement

AW needed:
-my passport
-cp/ marriage cert (APOSTILED and translated into Czech
They advised us to also include the children’s translated birth certs (apostile unnecessary) to bolster our assertion that we are a family.

We used a fantastic woman who charged a fee of 3000 czech crowns for AW’s application. I think that is pretty pricey but she did the job with a good sense of humour as well as efficiency.

There is now a fantastic guide to gaining this status in CZ which I will link to later.

So here you have had a bare-boned ‘facts’ post.

Bet you can’t wait for the next immigration update?

Speaking of interminable waiting, after almost three months (and I’m talking since it was packed up in Bangkok), our shipping is due to arrive on Friday. I can barely remember what’s in the boxes! Only that there were 18 of them! I think that’s our weekend sorted.

Also on the subject of waiting, on the discussion boards, I’m reading lots of positive ‘Surinder Singh’ stories. Despite the Conservatives’ best efforts so far, they have been simply unable to derail EU law on this issue. They won’t be able to unless our membership of the EU is ‘reconsidered’ (I think that is the party jargon).

*insert political diatribe here*

Now (and this reads like an oscar speech) I am so thankful we know about this option (thank you Britcits – Sonel and Steve; thank you MRN; thank you JCWI – and thank you to every person who has helped us to have the conviction to carry this through. So many good-willed strangers have answered my questions. THANK YOU!). Also I am well aware how lucky we are that we were in the position to not only have this option, but for it to have been such a positive experience in and of itself so far.

So now we wait for knocks at the door, I believe, for verification that AW and I really live together (and I’m guessing a bit of incredulous /astonished (and hopefully not indignant) probing as to how we made babies etc). I’ll keep you posted!


Hand foot mouth, 2 months on.


The horrible spots from this heal up over the subsequent weeks by peeling off. It’s quite nasty looking but painless.

I really found this to be a horrid illness though; the blisters which the girls had under their toenails have now forced most of their toenails off during this healing process.

The big toes are the last, but those are going to come off too. Here is a pic:




We ate with Adrien Brody at the home-made pasta stall on the river!

(Ok, so he was just there. But it is technically completely true!)