Grabbed one of the plethora of Christmas cds we own as I left the house this morning in order to fill my car with festive spirit on the way to Ali’s house, well to try and drown out the sound of coughing from the back anyway. So there I was, driving along, singing as I went without really listening to what song it was until I found myself singing along to Wombling Merry Christmas. I (and I imagine at least a couple of you did too) had the Wombles album as a child and loved it, so I’ve spent odd moments today trying to recall as many of the odd and frankly probably slightly disturbing to an adult listener’s tracks from it. I might have to go and google in a minute but if you did have the album, can I just take you back with me to the 70s and remind you of a Chinese Wombling Ping Pong Ball, Remember You’re a Womble, Orinoco Kid and of course Underground Overground.
So, I’m feeling quite a bit better today, with the odd peak and trough it has to be said, but better overall than yesterday. Big shouts have to go out to Ady a.k.a Wonderhusband for dealing with our younger offspring who might well have been awake for most of last night as I was utterly incapable of doing anything other than lying very still and occassionally moaning. 🙁 . Rest assured I made dinner tonight, have full intentions of showing my gratitude and he is off work tomorrow so will be getting a lie in as well. 😉 Davies slept from 7pm last night to 8.30am this morning which was obviously a catch up from last week and a sign of his general unwelliness too, Tarly rose sometime after 9!
I’m fairly sure we did some stuff this morning but what it might have been entirely escapes me, at 11 we headed off to Ali’s. Ali was her usual wonderful hostessy self and allowed me to indulge in my odd way of not sitting easy until all felt tips had lids back on them and even smiled indulgently at my slightly insane parenting style with Tarly (she was doing a puzzle, I had a bash at gentle assistance and kindly guidance but what she really wanted was for me to actually do the bloody thing. Given my intolerance and impatience generally, coupled with feeling tired and fairly crap in a mid afternoon slump my response of ‘Look at the box, what does it say on the box? Age 4 and up. Do you know how old I am? 31. What educational value do you think I am going to glean from doing a puzzle designed for a 4 and up child? None! That’s right. I’d gain a great deal more from sitting on this sofa drinking tea and talking to Ali’ was fairly measured, if not text book perfect!), she brought me pesto pasta and didn’t make me eat lentils and even offered me medicine. So I will happily overlook the lost jelly tots! 😉 Davies did a really good picture of Freya in her stripey jumper, Scarlett and Freya played all girlyly for a while – which was nice to see given how little Tarly seemed to bother with other children last week and as usual they both came away full of chatter about Freya who they both adore.
We left around 3pm when it became clear that the children were not going to improve much beyond Freya hiding the hall because the Backyardigans episode Ali had put on was too scary, Davies and Scarlett arguing over every mortal thing either one of them picked up or looked at and the jellytots really were not going to be found. Participating in what was possibly the most tedious game of I spy with my little eye all the way home ensured we all stayed awake (and I do include myself in that statement!) and then we returned home where again I’m fairly sure we did something I just can’t recall what! I know Davies spent some time on the pc and I know Tarly watched him for a while, I know they played with Buzz and Woody for a while and I know I’ve made a fair few phonecalls none of which resulted in talking to anyone with any sort of command of the english language beyond what was written on their little scriptboards that I assume they have infront of them, phonetically spelt out :-(. Two details which did make me laugh as a result were being passed through to a customer satisfaction survey where I inadvertantly pressed 1 for very dissatisfied instead of 5 for very satisfied only to be passed through to a further menu where you had to say why you were dissatisfied and the voice said ‘press one if the person you spoke to could not speak english’ 😀 . The second one was when I was informed, by a very nice oriental sounding lady that the spare part for my laptop had been ordered but would be delayed due to the fuel explosion at the weekend! 😀
Tomorrow I really must sort out some thank you cards from Scarlett to various birthday gift givers, finish writing the Christmas cards, maybe even deliver some local ones oh and ponder why the words of ‘when a child is born’ nearly reduced me to tears along the A27 earlier today!
Hello PMSL at your description of our afternoon – think you’ve summed it up a treat there. I still thought you were very calm and patient with Tarly really.
I’ve done my 7s lists over on mine and it’s not even Tuesday.
When a child is born – because it’s one of the most emotive songs ever perhaps? I get teary at that one, but then I’m increasingly a soft touch for anything that sets out to move me.
It’s got all that stuff about ‘hope’ and ‘dreams’ and stuff.
Oh bum I’ve remembered what I really wanted to talk with you about when you were here.
Anyway, see you next week, hope we’ll all be a little healthier. Good luck with finances…