As in do I really have to say the same things again and again and again. If my middle name was Again then my initials would be NAG which would be very apt right now. 🙄
But let’s do some focussing on the positive shall we? Went to the scrap store today with my Mum, stopping for tea and cakes on the way. It is OK, not really any different to the one on the industrial estate down the road from me here, but it costs £60 to join the local one (unless I can get together enough of us to make a group membership) and only £8 for the one in Portsmouth. I probably won’t go again unless I’m over that way anyway but Ady is there most weeks so he can keep popping in and grab anything worth having. We got various bits and pieces including some wooden boxes (thought they would look good painted or Floamed), some giant sheets of card for Davies to do some poster size drawings, some ribbons and scraps of gold and silver metallic cards and then me and Davies (Mum stayed in the car with Tarly) rummaged through the material scraps and got all the bits and pieces of different colours we’d need to make a cuddly Wallace and Gromit, which I will probably make a start on tonight.
I’m feeling slightly better today and the children seem to be on the mend from their colds so that is good news. I had a letter from my insurance company today to say they will pay an invoice we’ve been arguing over in relation to my departed laptop.
Feeling quite worn out and tired of life in general at the moment. It’s been a long old winter and as much as I normally like the winter I think that used to have more to do with the spending excesses of Christmas, the January sales and the retail opportunities of woolly jumpers and winter boots than anything else. I feel in dire need of a holiday or at least some sort of change of scenery. Weeks like this when I just sound like some sort of 25 years on echo of my own mother with constant mithering at children and the desire to just slam a door behind me and keep walking until I can’t hear anyone saying the word Mummy are fortunately few and far between, but I suppose 10 hours a day, 7 days a week in the company of anyone is enough to make even the most loving of parents dream of long hot summer days lazing in the garden while the children’s presence is merely distant voices playing.
Yay that the insurance company are paying up!!!
Hopefully having us around next week will prove that a change is indeed as good as a rest 😉
Comment by Alison — 05 April 2006 @ 4:52 pm
Oh I’m pinning all my hopes on it 🙂
Comment by Nic — 05 April 2006 @ 4:59 pm
I think we should have a mini camp session pre Kessingland to wean you in 🙂
Fancy it? If we share tents etc there should be minimal costs.
Comment by Roslyn — 05 April 2006 @ 7:36 pm
sounds like a fantastic idea to me Ros. Let’s do it! 🙂
Comment by Nic — 05 April 2006 @ 7:38 pm
So where in your garden is the ‘children’s presence is merely distant voices playing’ 🙂 Or do you just hide round the other side of the house 🙂
Comment by chris F — 06 April 2006 @ 12:43 am
Oh nowhere in my garden – it’d have to be them in my garden and me hiding under the covers in bed for it to be even remotely distant! 🙂 I was thinking more of various friends’ gardens I spent last summer lazing around in – mostly Chris and Julies.
Comment by Nic — 06 April 2006 @ 7:32 am