Well, at least I got the most recent letter from school. And it doesn't exactly have any demands for money. There was just a list of the various 'Christmas Performances' and 'Carol Concerts' for the various years. Plus the ominous note that tickets would be available.
On a related note, little bear's Christmas performance is at 10am and the Carol Concert at 10.30am. How are working parents supposed to make that? I know OH would love to go to both, but he doesn't have a chance. To be fair, it is better to have it at 10am than keep four and five year olds up until daft o'clock with an evening performance. It is just so sad.
And I think that the school photos will cost either £24.25 or £46.25, depending on whether we want the CD with the photo - and we haven't gone that mad!
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Washing on the line
Today I have finally been able to move enough to do washing, and it has been duly pegged out. There is a bit of a breeze and it is not too cold so I am optimistic.
However, around 12pm I was out having a cup of gossip with Nice Mr Next Door and I noticed that even at noon the washing line was now still in shadow. The height of the sun at noon and the large laurel bushes over the road mean that the 'drying on the line' season is getting near its end.
I am actually quite sad, because I love the smell of line dried laundry and its really only in the last few years when I have been at home with little bear that I have been able to make the most of it.
No matter, other arrangements are in hand.
However, around 12pm I was out having a cup of gossip with Nice Mr Next Door and I noticed that even at noon the washing line was now still in shadow. The height of the sun at noon and the large laurel bushes over the road mean that the 'drying on the line' season is getting near its end.
I am actually quite sad, because I love the smell of line dried laundry and its really only in the last few years when I have been at home with little bear that I have been able to make the most of it.
No matter, other arrangements are in hand.
Tuesday, 1 November 2011
Need sanity
I'll be on the Pholcodine again tomorrow - no-one let me buy cherry stones!
It just seems such a nice thing to do, to make bed warming pads from cherry stones, I have old pillow cases, I have a desire to make nice things, I have three beds and a sofa to warm if it gets cold.
I'LL NEVER FINISH THE DRATTED THINGS, THEY WILL HANG AROUND LIKE THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST, IT WILL BE WORSE THAN MY YARN MOUNTAIN!
So please don't let me buy cherry stones
It just seems such a nice thing to do, to make bed warming pads from cherry stones, I have old pillow cases, I have a desire to make nice things, I have three beds and a sofa to warm if it gets cold.
I'LL NEVER FINISH THE DRATTED THINGS, THEY WILL HANG AROUND LIKE THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST, IT WILL BE WORSE THAN MY YARN MOUNTAIN!
So please don't let me buy cherry stones
More money to pay out
Little bear's school photo has come back. There is a bit of bias here, but I think he looks absolutely gorgeous.
£9 for one print!
Of course, if you buy multiple prints then the price per print gets quite a bit lower, so the eventual cost per print will be nearer £4 as we will want prints for darling father, darling uncle, both my brothers, my sister in law, and one for us! In fact, proportionately it is a lot less than I remember school photos from my day. I suspect costs have come down considerably now all the stuff is digital.
I don't really mind paying for it, and I daresay the school will benefit. And I have also expended £9 on half a dozen white polo shirts for school, which is again a bargain. I could have eked out his current shirts a little longer I suppose, but to be honest, they wouldn't have been meeting his trousers by Christmas. And there is another £5 for the martial arts grading on Saturday. And I am going to try and get in touch with the piano teacher over the next week, I am not sure how that will go.
I think all the spends are worthwhile.
£9 for one print!
Of course, if you buy multiple prints then the price per print gets quite a bit lower, so the eventual cost per print will be nearer £4 as we will want prints for darling father, darling uncle, both my brothers, my sister in law, and one for us! In fact, proportionately it is a lot less than I remember school photos from my day. I suspect costs have come down considerably now all the stuff is digital.
I don't really mind paying for it, and I daresay the school will benefit. And I have also expended £9 on half a dozen white polo shirts for school, which is again a bargain. I could have eked out his current shirts a little longer I suppose, but to be honest, they wouldn't have been meeting his trousers by Christmas. And there is another £5 for the martial arts grading on Saturday. And I am going to try and get in touch with the piano teacher over the next week, I am not sure how that will go.
I think all the spends are worthwhile.
Little bear's eye
Before I take to the loopy juice, just to say that I didn't take little bear to the doctor, as it was hard to get an appointment out of school time and little bear's eyes looked absolutely fine.
In fact, there wasn't even that much sleep in them when he woke up, there was no hint that he had ever had a problem. I am confident that he is okay. He has forgotten about it.
He's fine. I'm still fretting and worrying. Situation normal.
In fact, there wasn't even that much sleep in them when he woke up, there was no hint that he had ever had a problem. I am confident that he is okay. He has forgotten about it.
He's fine. I'm still fretting and worrying. Situation normal.
Hypochondria alert
I have a cold. Nothing more, just a cold.
Okay, I ache, I am running a good temperature, my nose won't stop leaking and I can not walk more than ten yards without having to stop for a good cough. I am festering.
It is still just a cold with added self pity.
I need to take Pholcodine for the cough, which really does need to be controlled. It is something the Dr has prescribed for me in the past. Except that Pholcodine makes me high as a kite and zonked as a zombie. I can't take it if I am looking after little bear. But the cough is really, really violent.
So I am planning to have a go at the Pholcodine this morning (so please ignore anything on this blog between 10am and 2pm GMT as I won't be fit for purpose and could write anything) and then focus on stuff I can do without moving later.
Hugs to anyone else suffering
Okay, I ache, I am running a good temperature, my nose won't stop leaking and I can not walk more than ten yards without having to stop for a good cough. I am festering.
It is still just a cold with added self pity.
I need to take Pholcodine for the cough, which really does need to be controlled. It is something the Dr has prescribed for me in the past. Except that Pholcodine makes me high as a kite and zonked as a zombie. I can't take it if I am looking after little bear. But the cough is really, really violent.
So I am planning to have a go at the Pholcodine this morning (so please ignore anything on this blog between 10am and 2pm GMT as I won't be fit for purpose and could write anything) and then focus on stuff I can do without moving later.
Hugs to anyone else suffering
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