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Today was lovely; we went to the library with Geoff, played in the caravan, and Emer refused my offers to read stories and Linnea let me read her TWO books. Emer also checked a book out all on her own, about tadpoles and froglets, and I ordered 16 Rosemary Sutcliffs for myself and took out a K.M. Peyton I've never read before.
After that we went to the Community Garden with Geoff and a woman I know slightly from various local parenting fora, and my mother bought us the makings of a picnic in Lidl, and Emer and I saw tadpoles swimming, and Geoff had a mating pair of something-flies, damselflies I think, on his hand, and then we went home about one o'clock, and I put the children in front of the telly while I had another go at my blog posts about the home ed review, and then we all trooped out to the dance school.
We got the bus about 15:30, twenty minutes after a nasty accident just up the road; we did see a lot of ambulances and fire engines and police cars, but had no idea what was going on. All traces ahd been tidied up by the time we were travelling the other way, too.
The dancing class was lovely - there were far more girls this week and the boy wasn't there, but there were TWO other new children, and one nearly-new, so Linnea wasn't constantly watching experts in bewilderment. She grasped the basics of the waltz a lot faster than Rob did when he was 28, and really enjoyed the polka. One of the new children looked about three (How old are you dear? I am SIX! Really? I am SIIIIIIX!) and was hilariously enthusiastic, and also tried very hard and showed some aptitude, while dragging her teenage assistant/dance partner around mercilessly. My mother and I almost laughed ourselves blind but managed to unscrunch our faces enough to see through the mist of hysterical tears. It was possibly the most adorable small-child thing I have seen this year.
After dancing we bought a snack at the RISC shop and then caught a bus to the True Food market. We did the shopping. Rob came with the trike and collected the food and the children, and told me to stay and have a a cup of tea and a chat. So I did. When mum and I walked home (we took the shortcut through reading West station where we met the head librarian) we found dinner ready and waiting.
The children went to bed more or less without incident and I spent more hours - about ninety of them - reading through and writing thoughts on this blasted review.
And I drew Linnea a dancing sandal; she can colour it in a bit at a time, one section every lesson she attends, and when it's all full she can have a pair of dancing shoes of her own.
After that we went to the Community Garden with Geoff and a woman I know slightly from various local parenting fora, and my mother bought us the makings of a picnic in Lidl, and Emer and I saw tadpoles swimming, and Geoff had a mating pair of something-flies, damselflies I think, on his hand, and then we went home about one o'clock, and I put the children in front of the telly while I had another go at my blog posts about the home ed review, and then we all trooped out to the dance school.
We got the bus about 15:30, twenty minutes after a nasty accident just up the road; we did see a lot of ambulances and fire engines and police cars, but had no idea what was going on. All traces ahd been tidied up by the time we were travelling the other way, too.
The dancing class was lovely - there were far more girls this week and the boy wasn't there, but there were TWO other new children, and one nearly-new, so Linnea wasn't constantly watching experts in bewilderment. She grasped the basics of the waltz a lot faster than Rob did when he was 28, and really enjoyed the polka. One of the new children looked about three (How old are you dear? I am SIX! Really? I am SIIIIIIX!) and was hilariously enthusiastic, and also tried very hard and showed some aptitude, while dragging her teenage assistant/dance partner around mercilessly. My mother and I almost laughed ourselves blind but managed to unscrunch our faces enough to see through the mist of hysterical tears. It was possibly the most adorable small-child thing I have seen this year.
After dancing we bought a snack at the RISC shop and then caught a bus to the True Food market. We did the shopping. Rob came with the trike and collected the food and the children, and told me to stay and have a a cup of tea and a chat. So I did. When mum and I walked home (we took the shortcut through reading West station where we met the head librarian) we found dinner ready and waiting.
The children went to bed more or less without incident and I spent more hours - about ninety of them - reading through and writing thoughts on this blasted review.
And I drew Linnea a dancing sandal; she can colour it in a bit at a time, one section every lesson she attends, and when it's all full she can have a pair of dancing shoes of her own.
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