Big was off to a Guiding centenary event on Sunday, she had a guest invite for anyone who had been a brownie/guide before so we’d roped in a cousin who went right the way through to rangers. Was a good choice – when they got there to find out that there was a permission form I didn’t know about and a requirement for a packed lunch, the cousin signed the form and rang home for lunch to be prepared, then popped back and picked it up. Still v. angry about that, would it have been too hard to let the parents know the requirements? Apparently Big was not the only child there without food 🙁
Anyway, apart from that, and the incident with the mouldy whipped cream (thanks again to the cousin for saving the day, or at the very least the children) they had a lovely time, and Big came home with a centenary badge for her non existent camp blanket, a little fabric badge that she’d decorated and a semi made friendship bracelet, done in the round bit of cardboard style (similar to the weaving disk from Merry’s recent viking blog). So now she’s going to teach me too 🙂
Small spent his day being largely self entertaining – he had his goes at playing on the computer, and then went on to do some more website design on paint.net and worked solidly on Scratch for an hour or more, getting his sprites to interact. I showed him LearnScratch as well, but I’m not sure whether he made much use of it.
Tim was brave and entertained cousin’s boyf at the club for several hours, and came back very cheerful 😉 shortly before our Brownie was delivered home. I left him in charge while I went off to take some books to drop in to a charity shop and have a stroll (a very gentle, not needing to be anywhere kind of stroll that felt relaxing rather than stressing. Lovely).
The evening deteriorated somewhat around tea time. I’d made a semi traditional meal – boiled potatoes, cabbage and green beans, raw carrots and hickory smoked chicken pieces (those came out of a freezer bag!) Something for everyone, but somewhere along the line Small got himself worked up, partly due to the fact that the weekly shop had been done at Lidl rather than Sainsburys and that meant various familiar items weren’t so familiar. I should point out that I used to shop at Lidl when we lived in old house, and at last house we shopped at Tesco or the coop, so Sainsburys has hardly been carved in stone, but it had been for him, recently at least. So he wound himself up for a battle and a battle we had. Which was nice.
After that, I think Tim and I watched mindless tv until I keeled over and went to bed.
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