More of a slump than a bloom.

I’ve been in a slump this week. Various odd things have conspired against me such as the somewhat disastrous outing to Big’s second tenoroon lesson. Except it turned out not to be a tenoroon lesson, the teacher had found a short reach bassoon instead and decided that would be much better. And that was good, and she made three real notes on it, and it sounded great. And then we couldn’t get it apart so instead of bringing it home so that she could practise, we had to leave it there for the instrument guy to fix.

So instead of happy happy girlie in the car, I had slightly fragile girlie in the car, who talked herself through a career as a professional bassoonist right the way through to hating the instrument and never wanting to touch it again, all in the space of time it took Smallest to cover herself with chocolate from the chocolate coated cereal bar that she was eating and Small to drink my drinking water…sigh.

And then we got home and Small threw a complete wobbly about going to Cubs. With hindsight it was probably related to the stomach bug he was brewing – he spent the night redecorating, not in a good way. So the only thing I remember about Tuesday was the amount of washing on the line, most of which, it has to be said, dp had dealt with before I even got up. There’s dedication for you.

So far, fortunately, touching wood frantically and all that, no one else has gone down with it. Please let it stay that way.

Yesterday was spent dealing with Tudor costume as I’d foolishly said that we’d go in to Guides as tudors. Realising that we didn’t have aprons meant that I spent much of the afternoon digging out the rest of the costumes and then sewing somewhat frantically. The aprons weren’t quite up to full re-enactment at Kentwell Hall standard, but they easily passed muster before 20 or so awestruck Guides – to the extent that we were there twice the length of time I expected, and we’ve been invited to go back to run an activity. Must talk to Frances and see if there’s a basic felting style activity I can run in the space of 90 minutes…

So another late night last night, and today the activity of note was swimming lessons. Small got a badge – stage 4. And I managed to refrain from saying what I thought to any of the children using the cafe area as a gym or playground. I *hate* that place on a Thursday. We used to go on a Tuesday and it wasn’t nearly as bad, I don’t know what’s so different about it. Bizarre.

Little achievement of the day – dropped off a well stuffed carrier bag at a charity shop on the way down. Which I think puts us slightly ahead on the in/ out stakes this month. I was going to take a picture in a very OCD way, but decided against it. And I took yarn and beads with me to start a christmas scarf. However the needles that I had that had a big enough eye for the yarn wouldn’t go through the tiny beads, so I didn’t get very far with that. It’s been that kind of day.

The kind of day where the last tomato wedges itself sideways in the tin, and then falls out splashing tomato juice up your sleeve as it goes.

Bleargh. *Please* let tomorrow run a little smoother?