{playing} at being Tudors. We call it playing. It’s fairly hard work actually, given the level of research, the costume making, even just long days. And we are volunteers, receiving a place to put a tent and food in return for our participation. No matter how hard it is, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
{catching up} with the real world. Which feels harder every time.
{preparing} for new starts. Big goes to sixth form on Monday, she needed to enrol, get a bus ticket, some extra clothes, though thankfully no uniform this time. Small is going to try out guitar, Smallest has a new swim club lesson slot, Tigerboy is the only one with no explicit new things, ironic because he would be starting reception if he were going to school. He’s so very young. I know that he would charge in headlong, but I’d rather he had more time to play dens, draw, count, explore, dress as a Tudor (when we got home on Monday night he started to undress in the kitchen suddenly tearful and wanting to ‘look like a boy’), build with Lego, dismantle toys (maybe not quite so much of that) and generally be himself.
{reading} A Boy Made of Blocks. See earlier review.
{enjoying} sunsets, late evenings, early mornings. Watching bats over the moat, learning to identify constellations that point to the North Star, just spending time.
It was a good month.
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