Korean dogs eat noodles, how very..korean. I guess. At least I now have a plan for the leftover noodles. No worries! This week the wee ones have been plagued with a cold, and Ruby got her typical rooster red nose and eyes. I kept them off school Tuesday, but was very pleased to send them today, there are only so many demands one can meet in a 24 hour period. Note to self, must check the language that I have been using during my (many) incidence of road rage. I had purchased some bananas and put them at River's feet. I asked him to wait so I could retrieve them before he got out of the car and stood all over them. He looked me in the eye and said in a loud voice(ala road rage),' Well why didn't you just put them in the BLOODY back!'. I was mortified. Not one of my prouder mothering moments. Thank god we were in our own driveway. Merciful fate. Gave him a ticking off, but felt partly responsible and sheepdoggish.

Back to the road rage ...the driving in Korea is flabbergasting. I thought I had seen my fare share, what having cut my teeth on South African roads, driven in Latin America, spent time in a civilised United Kingdom, and more recently taken on scooter mania in Thailand. Korea, to be sure, takes the whole entire cake. Red traffic lights? Just a guideline. That yellow line dividing the road in half, just for show. In fact, if I get cut off five times on the school run I'm calling it a laid back drive. Today I nearly ran over a pensioner and his gardening wagon, nearly got run over by two(different) cement trucks. Got royally cut off by a bus full of school children, nearly got mown down by a mini, with a dolly bird inside on her mobile. And I nearly had a collision with a bicycle riding maniac coming head on into traffic in the wrong direction, without a care in the world. That would explain where the young River is picking up his slang then.

Jon is working furiously in the garden, trying to dig up the beds for our veggie crop which we are planning for the summer, so I am accompanied most evenings to the sound of a pick axe thudding outside the window. The soil in the garden is full of clay, and stays wet forever after heavy rain, we will need to mix in some topsoil. I'm hoping to grow watermelons! And the kids want to grow melies and butternuts( I think they require me to turn them into butternut fritters, to be enjoyed with cinnamon sugar) It will be planting of seeds later in the week, and we will keep them inside to germinate. Can't find any seedtrays, however, have resorted to many many paper cups. Whatever works hey!

Another really challenging thing about living in a foreign country is the lack of any good reading material. Anyone who knows me will be able to verify that I have a ferocious appetite for literature, and I am afraid that I am resorting to re reading what ever books are on the shelf in a state of woe is me and mild despair. Maybe I could order some books off Amazon? If only I knew they would be delivered by the (very) korean post person whom I have never seen this far out of Okpo. Wishes .....