sleepy saturday

the start of my morning was very similar to Jan’s apart from the fact that we don’t have a dishwasher so that was more of a manual operation. 😉 Oh, and the children had already got themselves up and breakfasted. Oh, and we don’t have a dog.

OK, so I did washing and breadmaking 😀

The breadmaking was an unexpected success – we’d run out of the expensive organic bread flour that we’d been using, so I thought I’d give Sainsbury’s basic white flour a whirl. It’s about a quarter of the price of the other stuff, and tbh, makes bread that tastes pretty much the same. Excellent, that’s an area for cost saving then 🙂

Later on in the morning, after I’d hung out the first load of laundry and put the second load on, I headed out to do some bits of shopping with Big. We went into every charity shop in town looking for Brownie uniforms, and found nothing – very few of them seemed to have any children’s clothes at all (only about half of them seemed to have anything that an under 60 year old would wear. Hm, wonder what that says about this town?). But we successfully got bananas, and pegs, and she bought a couple of books (ok, five) in one charity shop, including a couple of Jacqueline Wilson and Anne Fine and some Saddle club. There were a couple of books that I thought were interesting but I refrained from encouraging her to buy them or from buying them for myself – quite pleased with myself there.

Wilcos let me down by not having clingfilm (not that it matters that much as what I wanted to do was dye my hair and then wrap my head in clingfilm, and I didn’t get round to it anyway) but I managed to get Small a £3 lamp for his room (he bounced a lot when he saw it, especially as it is blue “a boy colour”). They are also selling various bits off half price as they are reorganising, so I bought myself a pad in the hope that I might start fiction writing again one day soon. You never know.

Back home, and Tim headed off to the old house to do grass mowing while I settled down to an afternoon of children wrangling. First we watched Thunderbirds [2004], then they went out and played, then I went out and shouted at them and sent Big to her room for thumping her brother. So that was nice. Small and I then had a quiet hour or so, playing with Tim’s Galt Octons, before it was time to make tea. Oh and I completely failed to make his Mould And Paint Solar System set – something to do with the instructions not making any sense at all – they said put in 1/2 cup or 200 ml water – um, a cup is 200ml water, so how much do you want? Sigh. At least there’s another pack of plaster so if this set doesn’t work and I’m very afraid it won’t, we can try again tomorrow.

Tim got back about 7 and eventually, with the aid of a text and phone exchange from an ex colleague, we managed to locate a very good indian take away that’s about 2 minutes walk down the road (I could have located it without her, but I didn’t know it was excellent 😉 ) and then we watched Doctor Who. Not as scary as Blink I didn’t think but good nevertheless.

The rest of the evening has been taking up debating the nature of friendship for small children – for a number of reasons I’m not overly impressed with the brownie group I took Big to the other night, and while I know perfectly well I’m a neurotic mother, even discounting that, I don’t think that she is going to find what she wants there. We’re working on it.

And now it’s time to go make up the bed (second load of bedding included our bedding and I haven’t made it up again, which seems a drastic oversight at this point) and fall over. Can I bring myself to set up the breadmaker and work out how the timer works, or do I just fail to put it on in time for lunch yet again tomorrow? decisions, decisions.