I hadn’t realised how weather reliant my children’s moods are – I know the sunshine affects me, but really hadn’t clicked on how much it changes them. So this morning, while it bucketed down, they watched mindless tv mainly, although there was yet another viewing of Horrible History (have realised that they have recorded one episode and watched it at least once daily. Still, they should be word perfect on those factoids soon!). During this time I spent about 2 hours attempting to remember how I attached my blog to twitter so that I could detach it – am planning on repurposing twitter to focus on the other writing I’m doing, and keeping this blog out of it. Beginning to think I should write myself notes about these things – as I was on a different laptop to way back then there were no hints at all as to how I’d linked the two. Very frustrating!
Then round about lunchtime the rain slowed down a little and by 2 o’clock we had glorious sunshine. Obviously it took another hour before we were ready to walk to the library, but we did take a small amount of time out for a lesson about tennis as the French Open final was starting. *Think* I managed to get across to Big how the scoring works, but only time will tell. Already beginning to feel echoes of last summer – we spent a lot of the time we were gathered as a family watching Wimbledon on another brother-in-law’s very large tv.
Finally mainly present and correct, in that Small’s library card is now completely lost in the black hole that is his bedroom, we went to the library. A replacement card is 50p and he’d amassed £3.20 in fines – instead of children’s cards getting child rate fines, it’s children’s books that do that, and he’d had an adult book out (Doctor Who since you ask). Think that that strategy hasn’t been thought through well tbh, but there you go.
Big had attempted to reserve the next Artemis Fowl
book last night, but somehow got the wrong title selected, so had ended up with the Opal Deception
on the reservation shelf instead. She was very unhappy about this, and even more so when we checked on the computer and it became apparent that the one she wanted was on long loan (not due back til August, don’t know how that had been achieved on a 3 week loan cycle!) but I managed to distract her with Mill Girl: The Diary of Eliza Helsted, Manchester, 1842-1843 
instead. (The copy we found had the magic word Victorian on the front 😉 ). Small was thrilled with a beast quest book, Nanook the Snow Monster
and we’ve agreed that I look after his card and he gets out one book at a time. The library is only closed for one day a week, so I think he can cope with that guideline for now.
Home just in time to watch the last game of the final, and see Federer win 🙂 Well happy with that result. Children resisted all suggestions to go outside, shame really, and Tim and I pondered and perused bikes, including the very handy petits haricots guide to biking with children. We obviously have yet to make anything resembling a decision, but at least we’ve got more information.
Small has shown himself very taken with beast quest and has spent the time since the library visit designing his own beast. He was somewhat taken aback when I tried to explain the rule about u after q, given that his beast was called Qeast Beast, but I think he may have taken it onboard. You can never tell with him really.
And then teatime, showertime and finally to bed. Don’t know precisely what they did during showertime, but it resulted in Tim having to apply a plunger vigorously to the shower drain, but he sorted it without any further surgery necessary. He then handed Small a comb and we discovered that he has no idea how to use one, so it was a lesson in comb using next.
Small is a wonderful creature, but it’s incredible how little information he acquires from the world around. Today he wanted to know precisely how swimming lessons would work to teach you to swim. When I explained that there would be a small group of children in the pool and the teacher would ask them to do things that would help them learn to swim he said “I don’t understand what you mean by that.” Really not sure what part he didn’t understand as at that point he lost interest in the conversation and wandered off. Wonder if it was the idea of a teacher – perhaps he just doesn’t understand what they are for?
Ah well, he gets to watch Big’s lessons for a while so maybe he’ll pick it up then. She starts a week on Tuesday – who’s planning on taking a holiday from my blog that night? Come on, ‘fess up 😀
Oh, and we got a call from the assistant Brownie leader, a lovely little old lady who apparently used to be in CID. Mind boggles really. She was ringing to say that they aren’t meeting at the beach this week, it’s at the hall as usual. Which is good, as my darling blonde daughter had neglected to mention the beach as a possibility, so I’d have been very confused standing outside the hall on Weds evening, wouldn’t I?
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