Whatever it was that ailed me yesterday has taken hold with a vengence today. I am snotty, coughing and maybe a little whingy! 😉 I am in need of woolly cardigans, warm lemon drinks and methol chest rubs. I require a bubbly bath drawn for me, a roast dinner cooked for me and lots of people saying ‘ahh, are you alright darling?’ with a sympathetic cock to their head and a kindly look in their eyes! Well OK it’s just a cold but I’m gonna milk it for the rest of today before Ady heads off to work in the morning and leaves me to the mercy of the small people 😉
Anyway…the children both slept in past 7am this morning (believe me this is good!) and I enjoyed a lazy morning with them cuddled up to me watching TV while I read the book I mentioned in the post below. Then I heard Sheryl Crow on the radio while I was cooking some toast and was reminded about a whole load of cds I used to love and hadn’t listened in ages so I dug them out and have started to listen to them on the laptop while being online. So expect plenty of Alanis Morisette, Sheryl Crow, Meredith Brooks lyrics to be popping up as post titles for the next week or so.
Then we headed over to my parents for lunch. Dad and Ady went up the downs with the chainsaw to get another week’s supply of logs, Frazer entertained the children, Mum and I made lunch and then after a lengthy discussion of the fors and againsts of emigrating to New Zealand which upset my Mum at the thought of us moving anywhere at all she spent the afternoon playing with the children while Dad, Frazer and Ady watched football (Utd, Frazer’s team won 🙂 ) and I finally managed to get into the book I’ve got to read for next reading group at the library. I’ll reserve judgement until I’ve finished it – I’m about midway – but I’ve certainly been way more tolerant with it than my usual three chapter to grab me or I won’t bother rule.
Mum had found a Shaun the Sheep footstool in a charity shop for Davies – who is more than a little obsessed with all things Wallace and Gromit but particularly loves Shaun as he adores sheep anyway (dating back to the South of England show last summer where he fell in love with one for sale) so he is thrilled with that and has been carting it with him everywhere.
I started to feel worse as the afternoon wore on but given I was made tea and had the children minded and Ady distracted it was probably the best place to be really! Dinner is Nigella’s coca cola cooked ham which we saw on TV once and pondered over and then enjoyed as cooked by Alison on my birthday. So that’s to look forward to, as is a bath and some pjs sprinkled with olbas oil, vaseline smeared all round my nose and lips (bet I sound very attractive don’t I!) vicks rubbed all over my chest and a toss up between drowing it with wine or taking some beechams…
Oh, yeah, and finally education. Davies asked me loads of questions about dangerous animals during lunch. Mainly snakes and spiders and how they kill you so we talked about venom and bites, about snakes that squeeze you to death (and how exactly that would kill you!) about snakes that can dislocate their jaws to swallow something as big as a person and then he started talking about which countries which animals might be resident in. He already knows that we don’t have any such creatures in the UK but he wanted to know about China and Africa. When I explained that I was not sure myself but we could look it up tomorrow in books and on the internet we started to talk about creatures that live in packs or groups too which led on to stuff about mammals and reptiles – and indeed got dangerously close to mating and reproduction, so I think I might just read around the whole subject a bit more tomorrow before introducing any more of it to him. Davies seems to be having a bit of a leaps and bounds time at the moment educationally. I’ve noticed this happens every couple of months and it always seems to happen in the same way. Scarlett will make some giant leap forward in something and suddenly the gap between them will clsoe up loads, then they’ll be a bit of a power stuggle between them as they reassert their positions until eventually Davies will take a leap forward again opening the gap back up wide again and they won’t be in such competition with each other and will find an easier relationship again. I think we’ve consciously helped it this time by specifically dividing them at times with Davies staying up later, Ady taking Davies off while I spend time with Scarlett and also the staying to a later drama session for Davies. We’ve also started to allow Davies to do some things which we’ve had to say no to Scarlett on because she is too young or too little – e.g. Davies checked the progress of things cooking in the oven and is allowed to open the oven door whereas I wouldn’t dream of letting Tarly do that. Anyway, as usually seems to happen when you start to question the validity of some decisions and choices something happens to reassure you and at the moment I am feeling very pleased with the progress Davies is making in all sorts of areas. 🙂
I love Carly Simon.
Of course, that probably did everything to show my age, as I’ve just realised that if I snogged David MacSporran (I kid you not!) to Carly Simon, then it was either 1972 or 73 (have just googled, and it was 73). Bloody hell. No wonder you refer to a later cover.
nah, I was refering to Carly Simon, just didn’t include her in my list of artists! Of course you have just dated yourself by mentioning that you were snogging someone with clearly the most outlandishly Englishman, Irishman and Scotsman joke name ever the year before I was born 😉
Oh, I started early 😉 And that NAME. You couldn’t make that one up, could you.