And your rosy cheeks gonna light my merry way

Well we didn’t make it to the cinema.

On Friday late afternoon my back started twinging for no apparent reason and has steadily gotten worse. I was worried it might be a problem at work yesterday but actually moving around seemed to loosen it up a bit, but by late last night it was painful and just feels like it is all knotted and seized up. A restless night didn’t help struggling to find a comfortable spot. Clare, the friend we went to see this afternoon has just qualified as a chiropractor and had a quick poke and feel and said it was very tense and she could feel spasming. I’ve had a bath with my bubble mat thing on the hardest setting (and it is hard, you can’t read a book as the splashing soaks it in moments) which gave it a good pounding and helped but it is already stiffening up again :(. Clare said to ring her and pop round one evening next week for her to have a proper ‘go’ at it if it doesn’t improve in the next day or so. A succession of horrible dreams – featuring lots of my friends in odd places and castings made for a shit nights sleep and had me waking late and in a foul mood.

So I did my regular stopping about the state of the childrens’ bedrooms and got them to help give them both a really good tidy up. Scarlett’s room was totally sorted out with homes found for her new stuff, a load of soft toys taken up to the loft so you can actually see her bed again and all her make up sorted and old cruddy stuff chucked out – does seem odd to be doing that when you are barely five :lol:. Davies did a good start in his room and then I went and helped him finish it off, putting all his Doctor Who stuff out ready to play with and generally tidying it all up in there. Between the two rooms we got a car boot full of stuff to take to the tip so we did that on the way to Matt and Clare’s.

We had lunch and I put dinner on for later before we went out (ham in coke) then we headed round to Matt and Clare’s where they were having an open house with a product party of silver fingerprint necklaces, charms and keyrings. Really lovely stuff that I’d already seen elsewhere on a US site and admired but way out of my price range at £40 for a keyring. There were several other people there, most of whom we have met round there before at various parties so it was nice to chat – we were recognised straightaway as the Home Educators and chatted about that very vaguely. I think it was the first time D&S had been with us when we met any of them though so I was really pleased at how well Davies just headed straight off with their son Aydan to play and Scarlett hung out around the woman selling the silver stuff chatting to her about exactly how the whole process worked. I don’t think she could quite believe she was only five as she was asking all sorts of indepth questions about it all and not getting fobbed off at all by one word or simplistic answers :lol:, Scarlett is funny like that, she takes a shine to someone and sticks to them like glue, although she doesn’t give it often, when she does bestow her attention on someone it is 100%.

I chatted to the woman doing it a bit about the business and the process as it is really nice stuff and I wondered on what basis she was running the business. When I got home I googled for the stuff she was using and discovered start up costs could be pretty cheap so after Christmas I might invest in a bit of the materials and see what sort of results I can get for a few fingerprint pieces for myself and if it works well I might think about doing something with it. I like the idea of jewellry making of some description and did a bit in my teens but the thought of just stringing beads onto thread isn’t really creative or personal enough to keep me interested. Bit of market research though – check out these links here and here and let me know what you think of this sort of stuff – would you buy it? How much would you pay for it?

Home for dinner and watching Ice Age 2 :The Meltdown at the childrens request – they are resisting all of Ady and my suggestions for festive films :lol:. At bedtime Davies got out his pastels and sketch book and brought me down a whole series of pictures he’d drawn including one of the characters from the film – he’d done this with no visual aid up in his bedroom, just from memory of watching the film – I think it’s pretty great 🙂

As I took him back up to bed to tuck him in and remove the heaps of crayons, charcoals and pastels that were strewn all over his bedclothes he said to me ‘Mummy I really want to be an artist’ to which I had to reply ‘Davies darling, you already are!’. He wants to book display space in the library next year to put up some of his work so is going to plan what he wants to put up, whether to go with a theme, original or copies and if he should try and do something like a giant storyboard to tell a story with pictures. 🙂