When peacocks attack…

We went to the compulsory Kentwell open day on Saturday, to get our costumes approved and also to buy missing bits like shoes for the children. It was hot, crowded, long and the head honcho gave a long slightly tedious speech as ever. But we’re basically approved – the girls need aprons, and some spare shifts need making.

I took the boys out to the front sward (lawn) to escape the hot and hustle and bustle, and we chilled out under a huge oak tree. While I was lying looking up at the leaves I noticed some movement to my right and sat up a bit to see a peacock about to peck my hand in a curious kind of way. Unfortunately I scared it off and then was too slow on the uptake to get a camera ready in time.

On the way home we stopped off at our nearest mega-Tesco to give the children some food quickly as it was late and we were all tired. Apart from our knives (which stayed in the car) and the concession of modern shoes, glasses etc. we were in full costume. I managed to forget to buy something the first time so I went back to the till for a second time and told the bloke there that in case he was wondering, we were Tudor re-enactors. He displayed a remarkable amount of wisdom and humility, when he said “You get all sorts, and I can’t judge seeing as I’m in a hat and a hair-net”.

Sunday started with a walk to church in the lovely sunshine, and communion with the altar in the middle of the church in celebration of Pentecost (God among us, like at Christmas). Home via a picnic in a small park we often drive by but had never been to. Katy did her occasional Superwoman trick of carrying one child on her front in a sling while giving another child a piggyback. When it was K’s turn on her back he had his hands joined around Katy’s shoulders and told her “I’m making a circuit”. They boys have been playing with an electronics kit that Katy got cheap from eBay, which they’re managing to get things from even though it’s for 11-14 year olds. (At the moment I’m letting them treat it as magic lego, but we’ll add in some of the theory over time. They’ve already got the idea that you need to complete a circuit to make anything work.) This got on to how Katy’s dad keeps himself safe when doing electrical things and why that’s important.

When we got home I managed to finally mow the lawn and everyone else pottered / snoozed / felt wrung out and suddenly it was tea and Scrapheap Challenge.

2 thoughts on “When peacocks attack…”

  1. Someone has got hold of your login as I’ve read this and my head isn’t all-a-fuzzle so it can’t really be Bob posting 🙂

  2. When we were young – and probably still now – my dad would never let us hold both his hand and my mum’s, claiming it would cause a short circuit. We would be always trying to do it craftily. Not a tradition I have continued though.

    Nice to hear from you again

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