Not quite sure how the children entertained themselves for most of yesterday, as Tim and I were busy sorting and reorganising to move ourselves down from the loft bedroom. It was beginning to get a bit silly me climbing the ladder, and certainly wouldn’t have worked well once babe is actually here!
So I sorted through piles of clothes into different ages and he sorted through piles of stuff generally and then dismantled the bed and manhandled the mattress downstairs. Didn’t get as far as reassembling the bed downstairs as we had a date some distance away, so at 4 o’clock we loaded ourselves into the car and set out for a swimming birthday party. (Which reminds me of one of the things the children must have done – make birthday cards!)
Fantastic pool (very warm and comfortable) and once the children were separated a very pleasant swim. Even managed to chat with a few other parents in between wondering where Small had scampered off to now! He’s definitely lost all fear of the water which I suppose is a good thing on his way to swimming, but makes for some hair raising moments for me 😉
Michelle had definitely not over (or under for that matter) catered, and there was a lovely birthday tea, and I managed to meet Grit 🙂 Slightly odd to introduce myself to someone IRL using my blog address, but not completely unheard of. Long tradition of meeting ppl online first in this family anyway 😉 Nice to compare short notes on blogging, although it wasn’t really the environment to sit and chat, with a huge number of excited and still slightly damp children about. (Whoever says that home educated children don’t get to have friends should have been a fly on the wall there last night, there was plenty of evidence to the contrary for all to see 🙂 )
And after the food, and the most excellent cake, back to the manor for cups of tea and chat. Small was over excited and needed to stay sitting next to me, but once he’d got over the immediate huff he was quite calm and played tangrams for a while. We didn’t stop desperately long, or at least, I didn’t think we did, but it was after 10 when we left, and that meant it was after midnight when we got in with very tired children. So it was a lie in for everyone this morning 🙂
HelenHaricot says
lovely seeing you jax. we had a lie in as well in the end instead of visiting stow.
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Maire says
I can’t tell you how jealous i am, Helen and I have been Flickr friends for a long time now and I would love to see her lovely house in real life. All the things she does look fantastic. And to meet Grit too! Glad to hear you are no longer climbing a ladder to bed!
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Maire says
Ah I am getting confused, it was Michelle’s house, well I would have loved to see that too because I am terminally nosey about other people’s houses. 🙂
Sounds like you all had a great time.
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HelenHaricot says
giggle! my lovely house is in disrepair with slovenly housework by parents whose emphasis on other things precludes being bothered most of the time – though both wishing the other did it!!! but, you know, no reason not to visit one day. no idea how local we are! or else come to my next summer party and meet a huge wodge of the blogring in one go. i don’t know grit though, michelle or jax would have to invite her!
will flickr mail! 😀
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HelenHaricot says
now michelle’s house is rather lovely, and v much better kept!! [with a particularly gorgeous kitchen that i would transport if it fitted into my rucksack!!]
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Jax says
Michelle’s house is very lovely too 🙂 Not sure that her garden is quite up to Helen’s though 😉
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HelenHaricot says
no, you can see her garden, whereas the wild things live in mine. but she does only have one staircase :troll:
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Michelle says
rofl! Not sure quite how to respond. Certainly neither house nor garden is up to Helen’s.