The standard process for anything that Small breaks is that he has to fix it, or help fix it at least, and that there’s no computer or tv til he does. So Friday morning involved Small and me making our way to Homebase to find a new toilet seat while Tim and Big went off to Framlingham for timetravellers archaelogy.
I had no idea that toilet seats came in so many different varieties. In the end I settled for soft close, despite the advice of an older woman that her’s of that variety had broken at the hinges – something to do with not waiting for it to close itself and sitting on it before it was ready. She was, how shall we put it, on the heavier side as well, which may have been a contributory factor.
So home, and we learnt together how to take off and put on toilet seats. Which is probably much easier if you have any strength in your hands (not a feature I possess) and you aren’t pregnant and therefore too large to get anywhere near the back end of the toilet that is inconveniently placed near to the wall. But we did it, and so later on that day I took him over to Framlingham for his turn learning about archaelogy (why oh why can’t I type that word right first time?)
It was an excellent event – first of all a half hour talk about artefacts and how finding them works and what conclusions you can draw from the pieces you find. Small was flagging a bit at the end, not least as the talk was in the shade and it was surprisingly cool there, but he perked up when he got to go and dig in the sand to excavate his own artefacts.
That was really quite nicely done, he had to find four things which included a big piece (Roman oil lamp) and then three smaller bits which turned out to be a wooden needle, a coin and the handle for the oil lamp. He was last to finish, which I think was just bad luck rather than any particular failing of how he was working – I was surprised at the level of care he took over it all. And we picked up worksheets that Kate had been supposed to be giving out all week but had forgotten about – I got spares if anyone wants one 🙂
After that he wanted to walk on the castle walls so I dragged myself up all the stairs and all the way around the walkway. Really quite stunning views, and not nearly as terrifying as I was fearing. Then he wanted to go around the moat, so it was down the stairs again, and scrambling up and down grassy banks. My hips and back did not thank him. Eventually I called a halt and said it was time to go home – he didn’t like that idea one bit, but I prevailed and despite a small tantrum in the office where we stopped off to pick up his special prize for getting two timetraveller stickers (a poster, bit feeble if you ask me) we made it back to the car in the requisite number of pieces and headed for home.
Once home I was shattered, and also then quite taken aback when he went off, completely independently and completed an experiment out of his science school book, complete with doing it over the sink as per the instructions. Coo. That’s a major step forward.
And eventually, food and bed, after another chapter of Kaspar of course.
Tim and I whiled our evening away watching Star Trek Nemesis. Am pleased I’ve seen it as didn’t like the fact I hadn’t, but it’s not really worth the couple of hour investment. Let’s face it, it’s dire.
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