Our First Visitor and the Hairless Headman

So, it's time for the "Our First Visitor" story.  You see, here in Britain they have this absolutely ingenious at-home delivery grocery service.  The way it works is, you select your groceries online (Tesco.com, if anyone is interested), pay the equivalent of about $5.00 delivery charge plus what you buy, and the next day (or whenever you request), your groceries are delivered TO YOUR DOOR!!  They will even unload them into the kitchen if you want!  So, we were intrigued by this whole concept, and decided to give it a whirl.  Oh, I had SO much fun clicking away on all these never-before-heard-of items whose pictures looked irresistible...anyway, we've always had lots of folks in and out of our home, but not knowing anyone, we haven't had anyone over the whole time we've been here.  On the day of the scheduled delivery, all day long the kids were asking how much longer until the man from Tesco would arrive.  Well, we were all so excited that someone was coming over, that we cleaned the entire flat, everyone took baths, and when he rang the doorbell, we all 5 opened the door, and there we stood in a semicircle with big smiles all welcoming the Tesco man to our home!  It was quite a moment!   He was very good-natured, quite amused, and assured us that he'd NEVER had a delivery like this one!  So, here he is...our first visitor! HOORAY!!

BTW, many have asked about where we live...in this picture you can see a bit of our courtyard, and to the right, our persimmon tree (it's the one with 2 twig-type shoots coming out of the ground) that has ONE persimmon on it, and I (Dianne) have already claimed it!  There's a gate, which you can make out behind us, which locks, and this enclosed courtyard is the location of many happy hours of soccer for the kids...

Anyway, here we are happily putting away our groceries--I debated about whether or not to include this photo--captures the moment, but looks like I'm pregnant...I'm not. You also get a peek at  part of our kitchen...Tori is holding the digestive biscuits that she so loves and that I blogged about earlier, Caleb has the "washing up" liquid, and Daniel was just about to put away the single cream, which we hope is 1/2 and 1/2 for Brad's coffee.  Our choices were:  single cream, double cream, or whipping cream.  Which would you have chosen?  What a delightful experience this was!  We are all looking forward to ordering groceries again!

Another "oh dear, you must be Americans" story is the one involving hair clippers and a South America shaped bald spot on the side of my husband's head.  You see, Brad cuts the boys and his hair with clippers, so we brought ours from home.  Only thing is that there seemed to be some problem when we plugged them in.  We very adeptly noticed this when they emitted this sound SO loud that it vibrated the windows and made Tori cry.  So, a couple of days later, we decided it was REALLY time for all Green boys to get hair cuts, and figured that we must have misremembered how loud the noise was when we turned them on--surely we could  put up with it long enough to do 3 buzz haircuts!  So, we tried it again--I'm telling you, this time it was so loud the glasses were vibrating...so, Brad decided he'd just do it the old-fashioned way, with scissors and a razor blade.  He started--and (thankfully) ended with-- himself...my own hairless headman, so to speak. :)  UPDATE:  we met some friends that have offered us their clippers, which were bought in the UK, so soon everyone should have nice, EVEN haircuts!