It's a strange day

Have had the news on most of the day, something I don’t think I’ve really done before. Not sure that it was a particularly sensible thing to do, it’s left me feeling rather drawn out and detached from our reality here.

And that during a hectic day too. Got up early this morning and belted off to Aldi for a couple of memory foam pillows and some uv suits for the kids. Anyone want an age 7 one? £5 + postage? Cos the age 8 one fits Big pretty well 😕 (at least means I get to wash the one she got passed down with a bit more of a turnaround time than just overnight!)

Then Kris came over to offer advice on my garden wilderness – and discovered that I have grown something edible this summer (last years sprouting broccoli has finally sprouted 😉 ) Was too wet to do anything constructive outside, and she had to go back off to the garage where she’d dropped off the caravan, so that felt a bit weird and bitty as well. Kids got along fairly well though, with most notable exceptions being sibling related (although Big spent some time in her room a couple of times).

This afternoon the health visitor came back with a nursery nurse to play with Small. He seemed to rather enjoy it – did jigsaws and matching games, and grunted a lot. She’s coming back next Friday to play more games with him, oh, and I don’t think I blogged, but the speech therapist is coming on Monday. It’s all systems go here. While Small was playing games, Big occupied herself on the computer, and then I set up a new game for her (cheap in aldi) which seemed to go down pretty well.

Suddenly remembered it’s Thurs, and we have places to be, so a quick dash out to ballet, and an equally quick dash home – parents were being allowed to watch, and there was no way that Big was staying for that given that I couldn’t go in with her with Small. I thought I’d missed the weeks warning, but apparently they only decided today.

And on the way home, at the end of a newsreport about death and destruction in London, Virgin Radio segued neatly into an advert for a horror film complete with breathless voice over and screaming. I know that they have a contract, I know that these things are pre-arranged, but to play a horror report at the end of a news report seems dodgy to me at the best of times, and today is not the best of times. I’ve mailed them through their painfully slow website anyway.

Feeling very out of sorts. Post camp, no longer pre-menstrual, phased by the news, and slightly discontented with my life and the world in general. At least the sun is shining now.