Phew

[ailbhe]

Well, good things of today: I finally got to talk to my mother, after her never answering her phones (I keep calling her when she's busy living her life, dammit) and we had a pleasant chat. The children and I got the bus to the hospital with my crutches (which I was returning - you may remember my trike accibump a while ago) and Linnea was quite verbose about threading the various parts of Reading together, which streets go where and lead to where and what happened in which buildings. She doesn't often talk to me about what's going on in her mind so that was lovely. She also has a better grasp of the geography of the other side of town than I knew.

This morning both girls did sticking and gluing. The freshly arranged cupboard of art gear is a roaring success, though I probably need to do a finer detailed sort into more of the masses of spare tupperware we seem to have. Linnea also dictated a postcard inviting a friend over, so I wrote that out. And I got a little housework done, and too much bloody laundry.

We ate lunch - the girls had sheeps cheese with toast - and then got the bus. At the hospital Linnea decided she did not want to come and watch me having blood taken; she at first said she would cover her eyes but I asked if she would prefer to wait in the waiting room and that was a much better option for her, so I checked with staff and that's what we did. The wait was minimal and the phlebotomist (am I using the right word?) was competent and pleasant and kind and quick, so that was good too. Linnea needed reassurance that my wound wasn't a problem. Then she ate a mini-pack of biscuits.

Oh - while we were in hospital she gave me a little lecture on not leaving rubbish lying around and made sure to put her drink and packet in the buggy when she was finished with them, for whatever reason. I wasn't aware I made a big deal of it, but perhaps she got it off the telly.

The bus took us almost all the way home before heading up to Tilehurst, so we dropped in to Moondogs for a coffee and chocolate cake. The girls got sugaritis and went a bit mad so I had to leave earlier than I wanted to. I love that place, it makes me wish I painted. Perhaps I shall. And on the way home from that I realised it was quite early and we could pop in and see the Porticos so we did, though the star attraction - Buttercup - was playing another venue today so Linnea had to make do with a backup group. She coped.

And then home and baths and dinner and a Buckaroo-style game (it makes me slightly uncomfortable because it's called Ali Baba and has a camel instead of horse but it's a jolly good game) and then a long, protracted, hot-muggy-weather-we-can't-sleep bedtime.

Phew.

Comments

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

I do love Linnea and Emer's personalities shining through your writing.

*sends your ankle healing vibes*

[rmc28]

There are a number of little short spots on CBeebies about picking up litter and recycling and making the world lovely for the children and other stuff on those lines. They get repeated a lot around the programmes I record for Charles.

I find it all a bit sickly and irritating, although I agree with the basic message.