End of the week

I had Thursday off work, so that I could take the boys to a school at which a friendly teacher teaches. We were late and so stressed up to the eyeballs, but as it turned out not too late to have missed anything. The teacher had let home educating families crash the visit she’d arranged by a company that comes to schools to do interesting history things. There should have been more school- and more home-educated children, but illness had stopped some of them coming, so it was just Dave, J’s friend J, L’s friend E, me and the boys from the world outside school.

The day was on Victoria life, and was very good – the leader, the teacher and children accepted us all, as did the other parent helpers. In the morning we did a couple of hours based on lovely old suitcases full of interesting things. Some had some genuine Victorian things (hats – including deerstalker, pith helmet and top hat in its custom-made leather hat box, and a wooden writing box complete with secret drawer), and some replicas with a story that we would then re-do ourselves using the replicas as props. One was a tea service, and the other was stuff for washing day.

I still remember my grandmother’s laundry tongs, and there were a couple of pairs in the suitcase. My grandfather had a splendid wardrobe with lots of special-purpose shelves and drawers with labels on, such as one for collars and studs. The suitcase had a couple of round leather boxes with collars in, and a flat iron, and a washboard. It was excellent for the children to actually see and handle everyday things from long ago, which I could still link back to.

In the afternoon we were making things, and each adult stayed put with one activity, while the children went from thing to thing as they wanted. I was on making fans with coloured feathers on, and had a fair number of customers over the afternoon. There were other things like a rough book, a blotting paper hand and sleeve, an optical illusion thing, and some embroidery. We all enjoyed it, and knew more at the end of the day than we did at the start.

On Thursday night there was my work Christmas do for my section of about 15 people. It was at a swanky hotel, even though we weren’t expected to dress up. Our party was put down in a basement room in our normal clothes, while the people in black tie and cocktail dresses had the ballroom and other swankier (and more visible) rooms upstairs. It was particularly nice as lots of people who left in 2007 and 2008 came back, which shows how good the team spirit was and still is.

On Friday night Katy picked me up straight from work and we all headed off to Milton Keynes. Partly this was to continue our tour of the world’s Ikea shops, to which we’re drawn like moths to lights. But mostly it was to see the Christmas stuff in the big shopping centre, which was lots of lights, a little train ride, a helter skelter and a carousel. It was very nice, and Hawkins Bazaar has a shop there which was entertaining for a while too.

On Saturday I was up early for a weekend, so that I could take the boys to the Young Astronomers Club at the Institute of Astronomy. J’s friend J goes, but we haven’t been for ages – it’s only once a month, so if you miss one it’s a big gap till the next time. As it was the end of term the leaders put on a panto – apparently this happens every year. They write it themselves, and it’s got science jokes in and props etc. While I was sat outside, the Astronomer Royal popped in to the Institute, like some kind of well dressed, very clever, famous and important kindly grandfather. He’s one of those rare people who needs to know the precedence rules for titles around your name: Professor, Baron, PRS, OM… The juxtaposition of panto and mega-brain + tradition was weird but very nice, and not at all wrong for Cambridge.

Another end of year thing was the stall selling interesting rocks – bits of the moon, bits of meteorite etc. The boys spent some pocket money on tektites, which was all they could afford! They look like little black lumps of rock, and so aren’t impressive unless you know what they are.

We picked up R, and then went to a lecture called the Horrible Science of Cambridge, given by Nick Arnold of the Horrible Science books. Apparently he grew up in Cambridge, and was only interested in writing horrible stories as a child. It was pitched accurately according to the publicity and so a bit too old for R and K, but J enjoyed it and others weren’t too fidgety. It was a blast from the past for me, as it was in the lecture theatre I sat in 3 times a week in my first year for Maths lectures. The route from the car to the lecture theatre took us past the hut where Crick and Watson discovered the structure of DNA, where Rutherford split the atom, and the rooms that Newton had at Trinity College.

On the way back we saw the Chronophage – the boys had seen it before but I had only seen photos and videos of it. It is utterly brilliant – a huge grasshopper (the eater of time that gives its name to the whole clock, but chosen because of the escapement mechanism named after the grasshopper), a good tick tock sound, pendulum and gear teeth, lots of Victorian era shiny metal but also circles of blue LEDs to actually tell you what the time is.

Katy, L and A all have the lurgy quite badly, so today we just mooched around the house. It was nice, after all the rushing about, but it wasn’t a day for getting lots done. We watched ET, made some Christmas presents, had a brief kick about outside for some fresh air, played some Viking Defense (sic) and not much else.