Little bear has today, tomorrow and next Monday before he breaks up for school. Today I am keeping him off as his cough is so bad and he is so tired. He was practising his cough all night, and I am just as exhausted. I can't in conscience force him in.
I am now on pins about how much info he will miss. Not that he ever told me anything, but I am sure he will miss something. As for any information given at the end of term, I have no idea what will happen with that!
Actually, all the fussing and fretting aside, I am looking forward to a cuddles day. Little bear definitely needs it.
Thursday, 19 July 2012
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
Answers on a postcard, please
After speaking to Sky, British Telecom, the town council and Southern Electric I can confirm that our internet stops working when the street light comes on.
As I have paid an absolute fortune for an extremely legal connection, I am unimpressed.
As I had already had to speak with the water board, and their contractors this morning (they won't dig up the road after all, and it would have been nice if they had told us), all I need is to speak to a gas board and I will have had the full set.
As I have paid an absolute fortune for an extremely legal connection, I am unimpressed.
As I had already had to speak with the water board, and their contractors this morning (they won't dig up the road after all, and it would have been nice if they had told us), all I need is to speak to a gas board and I will have had the full set.
Friday, 13 July 2012
Friday 13th
I love noting dates. I am looking forward to writing the date on the 20th December this year (20.12.2012). I like remembering Saints Days (not to celebrate, just for interest) and Trafalgar Day and all those sorts of things. I very rarely act on them though. I just think it adds colour to life.
On the other hand, today is Friday the Thirteenth and at the end of the road are lots of signs and hurdles and all the sort of kit that construction workers leave the night before they start work. I looked at that and thought - Friday 13th and roadworks on our road, the unadopted road with more potholes than a county full of cavers. The road that taxis refuse to go down. The road owned by at least four different legal entities. The road that is quite likely without the water main that they are supposed to be digging up.
What could possibly go wrong?
On the other hand, today is Friday the Thirteenth and at the end of the road are lots of signs and hurdles and all the sort of kit that construction workers leave the night before they start work. I looked at that and thought - Friday 13th and roadworks on our road, the unadopted road with more potholes than a county full of cavers. The road that taxis refuse to go down. The road owned by at least four different legal entities. The road that is quite likely without the water main that they are supposed to be digging up.
What could possibly go wrong?
Thursday, 12 July 2012
Knitting calls
I have more yarn than most yarn shops. I have more half finished projects than I really want to think about. And I really, really, really do not need another project.
Except I have seen a pattern in a magazine that I haven't yet cancelled the subscription for, and it would look absolutely adorable on little bear, and it is a style that I would love to try - a guernsey type style which would be a bit of a challenge but this version is very simplified.
It wouldn't be expensive.
Sigh. Somewhere, in all the mountains of half finished yarn projects, is the yarn for two little hoodies that would have suited little bear to the whiskers, one half finished. Sigh. If I remember, something awkward happened with the counting of one of the parts of the hoodie when it came to the colour changes and stripes.
Thinking about that is not working.
Except I have seen a pattern in a magazine that I haven't yet cancelled the subscription for, and it would look absolutely adorable on little bear, and it is a style that I would love to try - a guernsey type style which would be a bit of a challenge but this version is very simplified.
It wouldn't be expensive.
Sigh. Somewhere, in all the mountains of half finished yarn projects, is the yarn for two little hoodies that would have suited little bear to the whiskers, one half finished. Sigh. If I remember, something awkward happened with the counting of one of the parts of the hoodie when it came to the colour changes and stripes.
Thinking about that is not working.
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
Toadstools at the Funeral Parlour
I have spent a lot of the last twenty four hours being ill. But amidst the self pity I popped to get some sweets for little bear and passed the funeral parlour.
I was a bit disappointed. The black toadstools had come back and had been growing all around the funeral parlour's lawn but the grass had been mowed and the toadstools all crushed. I have absolutely no idea what they are, but the idea of black toadstools on the lawn of an undertaker's business made me smile.
They have also hacked back the wild rose that was growing over the path. On the bright side it means that it is now possible to walk along there. However it does mean that we have lost a lot of flowers, and the bush was really hacked back, really butchered. However I have seen this again and while the pruning does look severe, the plant will bounce back.
On another 'natural' note, I saw some strange bees today. They were a slightly different colour to our normal bees, more ginger, and they were hovering around our front step. There were quite a few of them when I came back from retrieving little bear's book bag (long story) but not so many when I came back from getting the sweets. Please let them not try to nest in the steps. We have had an ant's nest there before, but while I am all for live and let live, I don't want to be dicing with bee stings every time I went in and out.
I was a bit disappointed. The black toadstools had come back and had been growing all around the funeral parlour's lawn but the grass had been mowed and the toadstools all crushed. I have absolutely no idea what they are, but the idea of black toadstools on the lawn of an undertaker's business made me smile.
They have also hacked back the wild rose that was growing over the path. On the bright side it means that it is now possible to walk along there. However it does mean that we have lost a lot of flowers, and the bush was really hacked back, really butchered. However I have seen this again and while the pruning does look severe, the plant will bounce back.
On another 'natural' note, I saw some strange bees today. They were a slightly different colour to our normal bees, more ginger, and they were hovering around our front step. There were quite a few of them when I came back from retrieving little bear's book bag (long story) but not so many when I came back from getting the sweets. Please let them not try to nest in the steps. We have had an ant's nest there before, but while I am all for live and let live, I don't want to be dicing with bee stings every time I went in and out.
Monday, 9 July 2012
Clutterbust Antics
The skip is, apparently, definitely appearing tomorrow. Darling father has got rid of a chest of drawers and is about to get rid of a cupboard, replacing with plastic drawer towers.
One thing that is due to go into the skip is a compost bin. It is grossly oversized for the garden and we need rid. We checked today. Alas, not the lovely compost we were looking for - the compost bin is full of ants. It is seriously full of ants, heaving with them. They have a lovely, dark, ant's-nest-shaped, black plastic shape filled with things useful to ants. In short, they have had a good environment and they have filled it.
I have no idea what will happen tomorrow, as the compost bin actually has no base. When they try and lift it, all sorts of things will be spilling out. I am thinking of going in to town.
Mind you, given the state of the weather and the way the beck is rising, I suppose I should be glad that the compost bin isn't full of gold fish.
One thing that is due to go into the skip is a compost bin. It is grossly oversized for the garden and we need rid. We checked today. Alas, not the lovely compost we were looking for - the compost bin is full of ants. It is seriously full of ants, heaving with them. They have a lovely, dark, ant's-nest-shaped, black plastic shape filled with things useful to ants. In short, they have had a good environment and they have filled it.
I have no idea what will happen tomorrow, as the compost bin actually has no base. When they try and lift it, all sorts of things will be spilling out. I am thinking of going in to town.
Mind you, given the state of the weather and the way the beck is rising, I suppose I should be glad that the compost bin isn't full of gold fish.
Holidays looming
Morgan - little bear hasn't worked out about being scared of stuff. He tells me he is scared of stuff like heights, or the dark, but I suspect that it is because he has heard that on television or in school. He does have a fear of evil cat, but that is reasonable.
So scared of clowns, scared of being in front of people, scared of doing the wrong thing - not yet happened to little bear. Long may that continue.
As for the holidays, I feel them hanging over me. Part of the problem is the little boys two doors down. I just wrote a huge amount about the dreadful things they have done, then deleted it. It would not be fair, they are only children. They play out without supervision and have done so since they were two years old. They have a very chaotic homelife where the parents are doing their best, but are not able to do as much as someone else in a less difficult place. So of course they do dangerous, stupid and destructive things. I often genuinely fear for their safety, and I am not the only one. It is not really their fault. However it is hard to feel comfortable with little bear playing with them, and I don't think I would survive if he had no summer except playing with them. Regrettable experience has made me very wary.
So, little bear is looked at a packed programme. Between us squeezing the pennies and darling father being generous, we are looking at the School Holiday Club one or two times per week. They are lovely there, and little bear is happy. Then there is martial arts summer camp, which is going to be so much fun for me getting them to the middle of nowhere and back twice per day but little bear will enjoy it. There are hopefully a few piano lessons sprinkled into the mix. Little bear may be able to see his girlfriend once or twice. And there will always be softplay to fall back on.
Darling father has also laid plans about teaching little bear joined up writing, basic sums and reading to him. I have started to stockpile books, puzzles and craft stuff. I have things that include decorating a pencil case with fabric crayons, sticky paper mosaics and models.
Added to which I plan to drag little bear round the museums of Leeds (and possibly a trip to York as well). There are bound to be things to do and lots of fun things to see - and little bear will see them whether he likes it or not!
The summer is going to be full!
So scared of clowns, scared of being in front of people, scared of doing the wrong thing - not yet happened to little bear. Long may that continue.
As for the holidays, I feel them hanging over me. Part of the problem is the little boys two doors down. I just wrote a huge amount about the dreadful things they have done, then deleted it. It would not be fair, they are only children. They play out without supervision and have done so since they were two years old. They have a very chaotic homelife where the parents are doing their best, but are not able to do as much as someone else in a less difficult place. So of course they do dangerous, stupid and destructive things. I often genuinely fear for their safety, and I am not the only one. It is not really their fault. However it is hard to feel comfortable with little bear playing with them, and I don't think I would survive if he had no summer except playing with them. Regrettable experience has made me very wary.
So, little bear is looked at a packed programme. Between us squeezing the pennies and darling father being generous, we are looking at the School Holiday Club one or two times per week. They are lovely there, and little bear is happy. Then there is martial arts summer camp, which is going to be so much fun for me getting them to the middle of nowhere and back twice per day but little bear will enjoy it. There are hopefully a few piano lessons sprinkled into the mix. Little bear may be able to see his girlfriend once or twice. And there will always be softplay to fall back on.
Darling father has also laid plans about teaching little bear joined up writing, basic sums and reading to him. I have started to stockpile books, puzzles and craft stuff. I have things that include decorating a pencil case with fabric crayons, sticky paper mosaics and models.
Added to which I plan to drag little bear round the museums of Leeds (and possibly a trip to York as well). There are bound to be things to do and lots of fun things to see - and little bear will see them whether he likes it or not!
The summer is going to be full!
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