I worked at Shoreham library this morning, which for those of you not familiar with local Sussex geography is the next town along from us. I was asked a couple of weeks ago if I’d swap my afternoon shift today for a morning shift there and I readily agreed, not least because really don’t like working Saturday afternoons, it just means the whole day is a write off as there is not time to do anything really in the morning and by the time I’ve finished work the day is gone. So I got to go and have a poke round a different layout, slightly different money taking system (they have an old fashioned, Open All hours style till which I’ve not used since Clinton Cards days) and meet some new workmates. We were overseen by the Childrens’ Services Librarian who is lovely but Very Sensible Indeed. She has two boys, about the same age as D & S and took the chance to have her teabreak with me and ask me about HE which she has clearly been itching to do since I started working for the library. The library service is really quite close partners with the schools system, particularly on local levels so I imagine the very concept is shocking to her but she hid it all well and I did a sort of low level compromise on answering her questions about whether I set aside ‘school time’ each day and how I can teach them things when it might not be my area of expertise with stock answers rather than my own more passionate replies. Some people are just not worth spending time convincing because you know in advance you will not change their basic beliefs or ideas and actually have no real desire to do so. Her children are clearly happy in school, she is clearly happy with them in school, we only had a 15 minute tea break and the first five minutes were taken up discussing the weather, it really would be a waste of my time and energy to start trying to give her my hard sell chat about autonomy and free range education!
I quite surprised myself with how quickly I picked up the lay out of the library – the numbers for all the books have clearly stuck themselves into my brain way quicker than I’d realised and I appear to be more confident with things like ordering books in for people than I’d realised when I found myself doing so and holding a mini training session for one of the Saturday girls who’s been there for two years. I’ve really been accepted into ‘the fold’ at work during the last few weeks, with them clearly deeming me ‘alright’ and sharing some of the in jokes and modifying what they say infront of me a little less, which is good – it will be six months I’ve been there next week, which if I was full time would have been an age in any other job I’ve had and childcare wobbles and occasional dragging workdays aside I am really enjoying it.
So anyway, I worked this morning, was allowed 15 minutes travelling time so arrived late and finished early getting home before my shift would have even started if I’d worked as normal at Lancing this afternoon. Ady and the children had been busy doing stuff in the garden, refloored the chicks brooder with peat as the sawdust was smelling and gotten involved in a game of Harry Potter using the geomags. I think they’d watched HP4 too, so they are now up to date with the films 🙂 Hurrah for the library!
Ady had promised to help Dad cut his hedge so we went over there and they did hedge cutting while I took the children over the road to the pet shop and bought a water feeder for the chicks. We came back and the children played in Dad’s garden while Ady and I chatted to Dad.
This month we are concentrating on local sourcing of products for our monthly food shopping so we’ve done all our meat purchasing at the local butcher and will get all our fruit and veg from the greengrocer, so we only used the supermarket for alcohol, tinned and dry goods. It may not actually save us any money but it certainly won’t cost any more and we’ll be all pleased with ourselves for our responsible purchasing :lol:. So we went to the local butcher and the onto Tesco for our bread, milk, tins and dry stuff, then Ady took the kid to McDs while I went to M&S (all on the same complex) to get a couple of bras so I don’t wear my frothy lacey affairs every day. There was a mother and daughter in the fitting room getting the daughter measured for her first bra which is something I don’t recall doing and of course won’t be doing with S for quite some few years yet but I could sense the excitement of the young girl getting her first bra which is one of those landmark moments of puberty I recall longing for and being thrilled about for ages afterwards knowing I was wearing a bra! Now it’s just a bugger to know that I have to spend £20 on something which a cheap version simply will not do of, but despite my cleavage flashing most people will not see!
We got home in time for Doctor Who and then packed the children off to bed while we put all the shopping away (worst part 🙁 ) and then I cooked a lovely curry.
Tomorrow is swimming lessons for Davies and we’re all going to go swimming afterwards as the weather is too iffy for car booting and I really want to get some reinforcement of Davies’ lessons now he’s starting to make progress.
And there you go, not quite bullet points, but probably still brief by my usual standards!
I was forced into doing my annual “40 quid” bra” shopping on friday, as I last one were just washed to nothing. Not a good look when you require some serious scaffolding. A black, a white and a nude, and 120 quid lighter in 10 minutes. Actually just realised that means my bras cost twice the amount that a tent big enough for all three of us to live in for a week cost last night. I guess that’s probably about right on a cm by cm basis…..
Comment by Joyce — 27 May 2007 @ 7:36 am
My mum took me to Contesa for my first bra measurement and buying episode. I was so excited and so moritfied to have to show my breats to someone! Oh how I’ve changed.
Comment by Roslyn — 27 May 2007 @ 9:35 am
Go to Bravissimo for mine. Hideous pink dressing gowns to wear while you’re being fitted and pink sofas everyhere. They could at least make a few concessions to their large butch clientele and provide biker jackets and bar stools. But you can’t get a 30F in M and S so no choice really.
Comment by Allie — 27 May 2007 @ 1:11 pm
LOL at Allie. I’m sure we’ve had this conversation before! That’s where I was yesterday, and Hannah wore the dressing gown while I was trying stuff on, and commented on the pinkness everywhere “It’s awfully girlie here, isn’t it?”
Comment by Joyce — 27 May 2007 @ 7:27 pm
Hmm, my new one has been rather uncomfortable all day actually, which is a bit of a bugger as comfortable underwear wins over pretty underwear every time. Love the idea of an alternative Bravissimo 😆
Comment by Nic — 27 May 2007 @ 8:38 pm