We’d rather foolishly based our weekend plans around the weather forecast. Our original plan had been allotment with friends on Saturday afternoon, Sunday all day in the garden. We amended that when the weather forecast for today was dire and arranged to go to my parents for lunch instead. What actually happened was yesterday afternoon was no good prompting a last minute cancellation of allotment plans and today was fine until at least 430pm so we could have done allotmenting or gardening after all but we were at my parents instead.
I have a very clever bedside clock which works on radio waves or black magic or something and magically knows what time it is all by itself, however I never quite believe it does and so am always thrown by the spring forward / fall back clock changing-ness and whether it has indeed really changed. This meant that when I was woken at 830am by Ady and the kids being noisy I couldn’t decide it if was really 830am as in 24 hours ago it would have only been 730am or if it was actually 930am now in which case I should probably get up. I decided to risk believing in the clock and went back to sleep for another hour, eventually descending at 945am which turned out to indeed be 945am rather than 845am or even 1045am. I do like to live life on the edge ;). I have since decided a whole hour all at once is far too much to deal with and will be allowing ten minute increments over the next 6 days instead to alllow my internal body clock to adjust at a friendlier pace. Not sure what work will make of this on Wedneday when I will only be 40 minutes into this system mind you…
This morning was quite laid back with the kids watching Back to the Future that they’d started watching last night but had to turn off in favour of Earth Hour, which I know wasn’t dictating turning the TV off but I felt as many electrical things as possible should be ubplugged including TVs and laptops. We also took it in turns to shove a hen off some eggs as she is going broody and getting very cross with us for preventing her answering her calling to motherhood ;).
We then went over to my parents for lunch, taking some quiche and lemon meringue pie with us to share. My Dad and I had a very interesting and heated debate about politics, racism, law and order and more. I adore my Dad and am very like him on many levels, infact that was one of our conclusions from the debate, but he does frustrate me for not having passions or deeply held convictions. Whilst he could concede that many things were wrong or not okay there is nothing he would take up a banner and march for or protest against and whilst I don’t consider myself someone who craves campaigning in any way I certainly do hold many firmly held convictions that I would fight for if the need arose.
Scarlett, who is not used to such levels of debate didn’t really enjoy being around it which was a shame as it was all very amicable and ‘gentlemanly’ but she isn’t really used to conflict at all. A stark contrast to what I was very used to as the norm when I was her age living with my parents…
We all talked about Mum and Dad’s upcoming trip to China which they set off for in 2 weeks and are looking forward to a lot. I think they’ll have a fabulous time :). Other topics for the afternoon including beekeeping and having watched Countryfile we discussed HD (Mum and Dad have it so we observed the difference between BBC HD Countryfile and BBC1 Countryfile – quite a big difference as it turns out), free range dairy farming and the harshness of the winter this year.
Having had a really nice afternoon we came home at 7pm (which I am calling 1810). We’d already decided against roast dinner tonight as lunch at my parents is always HUGE and prohibits any sort of early dinner on the same day. Ady cooked steak and chips for the kids who were watching Back to the Future II which led to all sorts of ‘if I travelled into the future and watched myself I would keep that memory and then look for myself in the future’ type conversations which made all of our heads hurt 😆
Davies and Scarlett were late (but not as late as the clock said) to bed, we were very late (but not as late as the clock said) with our dinner. And now it’s bedtime.