Winter is winter right? We all know what Winter is and when Winter is. In the case of the North East of the States this year we are all too aware that it is NOW. This snowball was made by … Continue reading
I had not really thought of this blog as a place to publicly confess my general ignorance about the world but as I am quite happy to poke fun at my beloved children on here, it seems only fair to … Continue reading
Strep or strep throat is short for streptococcus pharengytis.
It’s a bacterial infection (currently setting up home in Child 2′s throat) and his symptoms include a sore throat, a temperature over 102, some vomiting and a lot of limp wimpy behavior.
Thankfully Child 2 is quite a cute patient. When he asked me yesterday if throwing up in the corridor at school counted as vandalism I was very amused by the relief on his face when I said it was not. He has also thanked me repeatedly for fetching him water in the night and ‘doing everything for him.’ He has also declared that the Heinz tomato soup I bought him from the special little UK foods section in our local supermarket is ‘the best.’
But the burning question, from a translation standpoint at least, is – is strep throat the same as tonsillitis? Kids in the UK, as far as I am aware, do not commonly get strep throat but it is all the rage here and in Canada. In my totally unscientific opinion, it’s one of the most common childhood ailments. And it’s not just a sore throat – as evidenced by the fever and the prescription of antibiotics I just collected for Child 2. But does that mean it’s tonsillitis?
And the answer, as far as I can determine is… kind of. Tonsillitis is inflammation of the tonsils caused by either a virus or the strep bacteria and I’m pretty sure that the definition of tonsillitis is the same in the US and the UK. But here’s what I think… I think if Child 2 had strep in the UK, a doctor would call it tonsillitis and give antibiotics. If it was viral tonsillitis, they’d call it a sore throat. Whereas here you have strep or a virus. But what do I know?
America is a foreign country and they tell the time differently here. They do not, for example, have clocks that look like this: Recently we booted up an old iPhone bought in the UK and when the time in the … Continue reading
Over a cocktail or seven this weekend I happened to use the word snogging causing general uproar and confusion amongst my lovely American lady friends. But what a mighty fine word it is! For those who do not know the … Continue reading
The trouble with children is that you are always having to get them from A to B in one piece. And as they grow, and as you have more and more of them (in our case, we had three on … Continue reading
Think word association. Say the word ‘stuffie‘ to a Brit and I am willing to bet they will want to say…. ‘nose.’ Because noses get stuffy. And there are some stuffy people about too. But American term ‘stuffie’, is not an adjective. It’s a noun. A thing. Child 3 has still has one, even though she’s nearly nine. She has had it since forever. It has been lost and found and loved and mended. In fact the original was eaten by the dogs when they were puppies so thank goodness we had a back-up who now looks just as terrible and scrubby as Ellie 1 did just before she was (and I quote) ‘killed’ by the dogs. Because a ‘stuffie‘ is what I would call a cuddly toy.
Here are two stuffies that used to be very important in our household. The elephant, as I have already revealed, died horribly in the slavering jaws of two hounds. But what about the bear? Where is the bear?
The fate of the bear is unknown. But he did have a chequered past. Toby (real name Jahobee – don’t ask) was once dropped from the pushchair by a careless Child 2 but a kind passerby popped him up on a hedge so that half an hour later when we dashed back to find him (leaving the front door wide open – oh the joys of parenting 3 children under 5) he was found safe and sound.
And that’s not all.
Once upon a dark and dreary night, Toby was kidnapped. He had been left (oh, careless Child 2) in the car overnight which would have been dandy if the car had not been nicked off the drive in the night. It turned up two days later in a less than salubrious part of Manchester with nothing in it (nothing – no seats, no dash, no steering wheel, nothing) except three kid’s car seats and one quiet bear. He was pretty subdued after that – who knows what an innocent young bear might have seen in those missing hours – yet still he travelled the Atlantic with us and two years later moved from Canada to the States. But that’s where the trail goes cold. Toby has not been seen for years now even though Child 2 was far to old to have taken him out of the house by the time he vanished.
It’s a spooky stuffie mystery. Woooooooo (that’s a ghostly noise btw).