All posts tagged: Greek God(zilla)

Bleeding a Radiator – the Greek God(zilla) way

Many of you will already be familiar with the Greek God(zilla)’s unique approach to fixing things around the house. His solution to repair almost every crack, tear or hole is to apply a strip of parcel tape over it.  View some examples here. Recently, he has been trying to improve upon his DIY skills as evidenced when he successfully took on the painting of two small bedrooms. But, a handyman he is not and there are some things that really should be left in the hands of professionals, or my Dad. Like, bleeding a broken radiator. It is so obvious now what is coming next so WHY OH WHY OH WHY OH WHY OH WHY did I not see it coming at the time?! It was a typical Friday night in many ways.  The Greek God(zilla) came home from work early, so we took our son to the village for a haircut.  A visit that was well overdue, but I had put off because a little trim sometimes has a tendency to turn into a big chop when I am not looking (possibly because I …

Like Father, like son

My husband and son have many things in common. They would both happily spend the entire day in their pyjamas if they could. Every rainy Saturday afternoon is as a DVD box set opportunity. They laugh at their own jokes. Neither one likes to be offered ‘suggestions’ while constructing Lego. They can both smell a square of chocolate from a mile away. They believe that whoever shouts loudest gets his way. Dancing is their moment to showcase made-up karate chops and spin kicks. But, there is one other thing they have in common that drives me nuts.  I could be chopping veg in the kitchen, tidying toys away in the playroom, or actually be in the shower, when I hear my name called, followed by a question that usually starts with ‘Can you get me…’, ‘Where is the…’, or ‘What’s for…’ If I do not respond in a timely manner, my name and the accompanying question will simply be repeated at a higher volume, usually from the comfort of the sofa or bed where they are no doubt reclining at the time. I have abandoned risottos, skipped crucial …

Weekend Round-up

The Greek God(zilla) was home early on Friday afternoon, so he donned an apron and took over in the kitchen while I cleared the TV planner before the school run.  By ‘cleared’, I mean that I watched two episodes of Downton Abbey in order to make space for a new one.  There is something incredibly satisfying about watching recorded shows and then deleting them.  A bit like ticking items off a to-do list, although nowhere near as productive… After collecting the little one from school, we sat down at the table together for the Greek God(zilla)’s roast chicken with potatoes, parsnips and carrots. It was delicious and we devoured everything on our plates.  Twice. By 5.30pm, we had all changed into our stretchy clothes and retired to the sofa, where we slumped in front of the television for the rest of the evening.  By rest of the evening, I mean 8pm.  Late nights are soooooo 2008. I awoke on Saturday morning after an 11-hour sleep, feeling refreshed and full of beans!  The Greek God(zilla) still needed a few more hours before …

Prosecco Moment

The Greek God(zilla) was decorating last weekend.  If you have read The Greek God(zilla)’s Guide to DIY then you will already be familiar with his unique ‘skills’ and understand why I may have been feeling a tad nervous. However, as the painting of the walls in our spare bedroom would require the Caddyshack poster to come down, it all came down to a choice of two evils in the end. I will really miss that Caddyshack poster (I really won’t). The most time-consuming part of the decorating was choosing the colour palette.  The Greek God(zilla) prefers warm oranges and yellows, whereas I prefer cool blues and greys. He’d say red, I’d say French grey. I’d say white, he’d say magnolia.  MAGNOLIA! Negotiations took a couple of days but we finally settled on Dutch White, or as I like to (quietly) call it, ice-cold blue. I was surprised pleased to see how much effort he put in to properly prepare the room.  Furniture was moved, walls were washed, and dust sheets were applied. Then the parcel tape came out and I froze. The Greek God(zilla) can do weird …

Dad’s Home!

The Greek God(zilla) is back from his stint in Brazil and has wasted no time at all in resuming all of his favourite activities; watching football, sleeping and lighting the barbecue. This means that time has also been called on the mini spa break I was having of my own as I resume all of my usual activities; picking socks up from the bedroom floor, listening to the constant whir of the washing machine, and being expected to participate in conversations about football. Although, all of that ME time was starting to get a little bit boring anyway. Our son has wasted no time in picking up where he left off too.  The Greek God(zilla) was barely through the door before being jumped on and asked for presents.  Then, it was all about Daddy.  There was nothing I could do to please our 4-year old. He did not want me to read him stories, help brush his teeth, talk to him in the bath, or give him breakfast. Only Daddy would do. For everything! If the Greek God(zilla) went upstairs …