I found myself being intolerant again today although I think I mostly either hid it or got over myself.
We picked up Tasha and co and went to Amberley working museum again. We had a really good day there a month or so ago with my Mum and I’d been quite keen to go back as they have a local residents discount which makes it £6 for us to get in rather than the usual admission price of £20. Last time by chance we went on a Wednesday which is apparently their school trips day so the place was swarming with small people but everything was up and running. Today there were a couple of coach parties but less things happening. I’d forgotten to bring any ID to show I was local but assumed Tasha’s id would suffice (she was paying for us both to get in anyway) but that caused a bit of an issue at the entrance. The woman was a bit sniffy with us generally and I got the impression she’d rather we just weren’t there at all with our children picking things up and looking at them in the gift shop interfering with her greeting all the coach party people we’d arrived in the middle of. Clearly we should have claimed to be a couple! 😆
We talked to the blacksmith, various wood working people (a man stripping bark to make brooms, a pole lathe worker who took a shine to me and gave me a tent peg he’d made himself and a man operating a machine lathe making bowls and wooden fruit) and were hijacked by the education officer who asked if the children running ahead were ours (yes) and were we on holiday? (no) although I’m sure she had already correctly identifyed us as HEors as she straight away started telling us about workshops we could arrange. I took a leaflet and may well think about organising one if I can rustle up the 15 or so children required. Another local HEor had come along with 3 of her 5 sons (the other two are now in school) although we didn’t spend the whole time with her as everyone was looking at things at their own pace.
We spent quite a while playing with the phones and switchboards again as we had done last time, were disappointed that the printing and the electricity volunteers were not working so we couldn’t do either of those and finally called it a day about 3pm.
I’d had enough really by then as Davies, Scarlett and Toby all seemed to be wanting to push the same buttons at the same time on all the interactive things and towards the end of a fractious week my patience for anything other than model behaviour had run out. I do think I’m being particularly intolerant though so am trying to hold some of it back. The dynamic of 3 can pose a problem too and Scarlett is feeling a bit delicate as a result of the trying week too so another meet up where she was sharing Davies pushed all the wrong buttons in her really.
We dropped Tasha and co home and decided to head up to the allotment for an hour in the sunshine. We popped home for me to change my jeans and Davies to collect his pocket watercolour pallette and postcards as he wanted to do some painting up there. I did some weeding and some watering and felt much better for being outside listening to the birds singing – even if they are the same birds who are probably stealing my crops! 😆
Home for Davies and Scarlett’s tea, followed by a bath for them. I spent yet more time battling with some software for Ady’s new phone which we’ve put on my old laptop in the end after it crashed my current one. It’s a Nokia deal that came free with the phone giving a years access to their music download catalogue and one million free songs.It has been worth it now we have finally got it sorted but I have used many swear words in the process!
I cooked dinner and Davies – who is trying very hard to be lovely inbetween making me rant and rave – set the table for us, brought our dinners in and set up things like finger bowls, napkins and flowers. He then put down a bowl for tips for service 😆 but got a quid out of me for sheer charm and cheek! He also brought down a present each for us – Ady’s was a cardboard plane and mine was a voucher for ‘1 cis’ (kiss).He has stopped kissing us. He will cuddle and sit on my lap and stroke my hair and is still very affectionate but has decided that he no longer wants to kiss. He sometimes forgets himself and does kiss me spontaneously and I got a lovely kiss on the cheek when I redeemed my voucher! 🙂 He’s quite happy to be kissed by us still and I’ve no idea where the reluctance has come from but we’re respecting it.
Tomorrow is work all day for me and then first thing Saturday we’re heading northwards for what I hope will be a relaxing weekend with friends – just what the doctors (and they’ll be a couple there present) ordered!
Recognise the absolutely lovely in between the up the wall driving – Big is doing more than her fair share of that atm. Not sure whether I’m being tolerant or not, it’s been so long since I’ve had anything else to judge it against!
Comment by jax — 22 May 2009 @ 10:12 am