I seem to have that every so often. For no particular linked to real life reason it seems an effort to blog. I do, mostly because I read back on my blog myself every so often and it is my long term intention to keep it as a record of this period of our lives from my perspective so missing days also makes me feel uneasy. But I’m lacking enthusiasm for committing it to keyboard at the moment.
So today was a working all day day for me. Work was good. There is A Man working at the library now. I only actually work with him once a fortnight so this is only the second time I’ve met him but he seems very sweet and mostly harmless ;). He doesn’t ever make eye contact when talking though which I find rather disconcerting :?:. I spent some time moving my Very Hungry Caterpillar display to a different location. Everyone said it would be a shame to take it down and we have some very high up and therefore rarely used display space that I thought would be the ideal location for it in a semi-permanent display so I did that. It is the National Year of Reading this year which has lots of initiatives and events built into it, some of which we are participating in. One of which is theming our library displays in line with their monthly themes. For May it is ‘mind and body’ which we are free to interpret any way we like. Ady suggested (when I was agonising over it) ‘the senses’ which I thought was great so I have made heads and hands of a boy and girl (who bear striking resemblances to a boy and girl I know quite well ;)) and put up a background ready to do something interesting with that concept. I’ll finish it off when I’m at work on Saturday.
Meanwhile back at home Ady was off all day today – the first block of two days together he’s had off for ages, probably months. He’d happily volunteered to have Archie and Elliot over to play for a while as Caz and Bid have had Davies and Scarlett so often so they visited this morning. Apparently they’ve spent most of the day in the garden, playing and doing gardening. It was lovely to come home at 5pm and find the children already fed, the house tidy and a cup of tea waiting for me :).
I’d brought home a few books including a picture book with a story based on Pompeii so we sat and looked at those together – highly recommend The Day I swapped my Dad for two Goldfish – I read about it in a book called The Ultimate Book Guide that is a National Year of Reading publication and ordered it in for us and it’s fabulous. We also read Don’t say that Willy Nilly which I read at Storytime at the library once and had told the children about, indeed reciting it to them several times with added embellishments of my own as it’s a great comic tale which they both know by heart too. So it was great for them to see the actual book and illustrations.
We then walked round to the poling station to vote, cue much talk of democracy, elections, voting etc. Not sure how to feel about the fact both Davies and Scarlett wanted to know when I intend standing for election 😳 :lol:. Once home the children had a bath, I colour coded the geomags and put them away (sooo satisfying 😉 and then read some Famous Five before their bedtime. We’re on book four now and I am already at the point of probably being able to cheerfully leave them to get on with it but they have proved very popular with D and S, neither of whom I can tell to read them to themselves just yet. I have got The Indian in the Cupboard waiting in the wings to read to them which is another book I recall fondly from my own childhood and am looking forward to sharing with them.
They both took forever to go to sleep tonight. Scarlett was still awake at 1030pm and Davies still awake at 11pm, however for the second night running Tarly has gone to sleep without a dummy :shock:. This of course means nothing yet but as she now knows she can hopefully her last attachment to it being something she *needs* is rationalised for her. Fingers crossed.
Tomorrow we’re off with some of the EOFFs to Drusillas which should be a nice day followed by Rainbows for Tarly in the evening.
Ah, now, Men who Work in Libraries…. Where I work, the boss is a man (surprise, surprise) and we have one male library assistant – and that’s it in our team of about twenty staff. Oh, and I share a library office with a man but he doesn’t really work with the rest of us. He is called Learning Technologies Adviser (wooo) and litters the office with teddy bears and pictures of Dolly Parton. He’s great. But, in general, the few men I’ve worked with have been rather *unusual* in one way or another. I’m saying no more. I’ve said too much already. Erm, nice but unusual. What the hell do I know anyway. I’m all keyboard frisky on account of having internet back!
yay at no dummies! fingers are crossed 🙂
Andrew loved The Indian In The Cupboard, I didn’t know there were sequels before clicking that link! :s
PMSL @ Allie. We have concluded at work, to my shame and hesitation against such sweeping statements that ‘real men don’t work in libraries!’ :lol:I suspect that is in the same way that real men don’t eat quiche but yes ‘nice but unusual’ seems to totally cover my experience of library service employed men so far :).
Liza I think I read only one of the sequels and I’m pleased to hear a recent reading of it proved successful as I did fret it wouldn’t stand up to a re-read in adulthood :).
You seem to have got over the apathy
I do don’t I? 😉 It’s like the opposite of jinxing good things by talking about them obviously. Might blog about never having won the £million on the premium bonds next 😆