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Le Weekend
Nov. 30th, 2008 06:30 pmLinnea's sleepover on Friday went fairly well though she did a fair bit of boundary pushing until they phoned me up and I sorted it out. She arrived home with a face like a dog, complete with tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth, and a large Stone Ornament circular paving-slab thing which she won in a raffle.
Our dinner guests arrived and I think had an ok time, though since one had a cold and the other was so poorly we persuaded him to have a nap in the spare room after the main course, it's kind of hard to tell. They use a solid-fuel heater with a back-boiler to heat their narrowboat so I must pick their brains about that sometime. The meal itself went well; the bacon starter thing was ok and the main course was fine though I could really tell it wasn't organically reared lamb, and the dessert was fine though it would have been better if we'd eaten it before sending yerman for his nap. In fact, it was delicious, though it would have been better before, etc.
Today we got up gradually and went swimming at Rivermead. I always forget how filthy it is. It's the privately-owned leisure complex near us, with a lagoon pool and a cafe and a wave machine and so on, and it's expensive, so I'm always surprised when it's nastier than the cheaper council pool we usually use. Though that has no wave machine.
Linnea's a fairly strong swimmer now, when she chooses to be. I was surprised by how well she swam through the waves. Face to the ceiling half the time, but never mind.
After that we had chips and then on into town to finish the Christmas shopping.
We paused en route to pick apples from a roadside tree. Seems a shame to waste them though I'm not sure what we can use them for.
I was looking for vests for Linnea, a book for my newest brother-in-law, and waterproofs for my mother. The vests were the most difficult thing to sort out; every size 4-5 in Reading has recently had a growth spurt and bought all the size 5-6 in town. In the end I went to Woolworths and managed a very few in the right size. (For the record, John Lewis and Woolworths both use lighter-weight fabric for girls' normal vests than for boys, in spite of charging the same prices - perhaps the little bow at the neckline costs extra? The thermals are all the same).
We came home and had some of Friday's bread with honey, and some apple juice and cinnamon heated up in the microwave, and I cleared the table and Rob took the leaf out, and now he's putting the finishing touches on the lamb curry.
Our dinner guests arrived and I think had an ok time, though since one had a cold and the other was so poorly we persuaded him to have a nap in the spare room after the main course, it's kind of hard to tell. They use a solid-fuel heater with a back-boiler to heat their narrowboat so I must pick their brains about that sometime. The meal itself went well; the bacon starter thing was ok and the main course was fine though I could really tell it wasn't organically reared lamb, and the dessert was fine though it would have been better if we'd eaten it before sending yerman for his nap. In fact, it was delicious, though it would have been better before, etc.
Today we got up gradually and went swimming at Rivermead. I always forget how filthy it is. It's the privately-owned leisure complex near us, with a lagoon pool and a cafe and a wave machine and so on, and it's expensive, so I'm always surprised when it's nastier than the cheaper council pool we usually use. Though that has no wave machine.
Linnea's a fairly strong swimmer now, when she chooses to be. I was surprised by how well she swam through the waves. Face to the ceiling half the time, but never mind.
After that we had chips and then on into town to finish the Christmas shopping.
We paused en route to pick apples from a roadside tree. Seems a shame to waste them though I'm not sure what we can use them for.
I was looking for vests for Linnea, a book for my newest brother-in-law, and waterproofs for my mother. The vests were the most difficult thing to sort out; every size 4-5 in Reading has recently had a growth spurt and bought all the size 5-6 in town. In the end I went to Woolworths and managed a very few in the right size. (For the record, John Lewis and Woolworths both use lighter-weight fabric for girls' normal vests than for boys, in spite of charging the same prices - perhaps the little bow at the neckline costs extra? The thermals are all the same).
We came home and had some of Friday's bread with honey, and some apple juice and cinnamon heated up in the microwave, and I cleared the table and Rob took the leaf out, and now he's putting the finishing touches on the lamb curry.