In At The Deep End

Slightly worrying name, but a great place
Bob worked from home and we went out; I think he probably had the less tiring day
It was a wizarding event, so lots of Celtic-inspired, wizarding themed activities, starting with making a “wand pouch” from hessian and string, then collecting a “magical flint” to put in a wand. In theory the children should have been able to knap the flint themselves, but in practice it was too busy (Sun was quieter, apparently) so they just watched the flint knapping expert make a stone hand axe using hammer stones, antler hammers and the power of angles, then collected from him a carefully pre-blunted flint. He showed us how sharp a flint blade can be by scoring the edge of his thick leather apron with it, then broke the sharp edge away with a finger nail, showing how brittle it was, hence the invention of much thicker blades with serrated edges (L worked out what he was doing immediately but couldn’t think of the word; fortunately he was completely happy with her description of it being “like mountains”) to rip rather than cut. He said he has seen hand axes and flint blades used to cut up animals and it is scary; the thin straight blades can cut a finger to the bone before you realise you’ve been cut, while the thicker serrated ones can rip through hide and meat so you can cut up a carcass in just a few minutes - essential for cavemen who were competing with larger and fiercer animals.
Next to the flint knappers roundhouse was a circus skills workshop, where J and L learned to spin plates, K had a go with diablo and devilsticks (is there a more PC name for those?), L and K had their faces painted and A flirted with instructors who tried to get her juggling
There was a story trail about to begin so we joined that and followed the storyteller through the woods (I may try to get the stories down before we forget them, as the children are all keen to keep telling and retelling them ) on a circular trail past trees, huts and carved animals. I think we may go back for one of their full-on storytelling sessions, because we were all ready to go on for several more when she finished after just five (reminder to self: nut, great creator, man and tree, tree and heart, hedgehog who went pop).
Time for lunch, so K and L played in the sandpit and playground while J and I consulted menus. J went for a cheese roll, while K and L and A and I shared jacket potatoes - and then J decided he liked the look of potatoes more so A and I ended up sharing three ways *sigh*
After lunch we continued our quest, finding gnomes with directions and clues. We collected feathers from one, made wands at the weaving sheds with the next (willow stick, with flint inserted into a slit in the end, wrapped around with wool, decorated with feathers, dipped in glitter), collected smooth pebbles to give to the gnome guarding the bridge so we could cross, found the way to the druid’s hut where we were able to decipher some runes and choose which ones to write on the wands (L went for Joy and Mother, K for strength and defensive action (?!) and J for strength and wealth), made broomsticks from birch twigs and string, wove some wishes and dreams into the weaving web, made friends with the goats, wandered through the willow tunnel and then sat down in relief to watch a (rather small, but they’re working on it!) display of Celtic warriors (well, warrior, plus volunteers) and a circus skills display. There should have been fire juggling, but it was too windy with so many trees nearby so it was crystal ball work instead - still rather impressive and J was very cross that we had run out of memory on the camera so I couldn’t video it. Must get another memory card!
It was almost time to go now, but we managed to squeeze in a few minutes in the arena doing some Celtic games and activities, which proved to be L and K’s favourite bit, so I’m glad we did it. Next time I think we might start there, though, as we only got to do half of them before chucking out time We didn’t even make it over to the archery section, partly by design as J desperately wanted to have a go and I was worried about his arm, while K was under the age limit (7) but hoping to have a go anyway. Next time…

Phew! I’ve now migrated 2 blogs (this one and a pretty dead one) to WordPress 2.6.1. Hooray! It was a much bigger job than usual because my run-by-friends-of-a-friend-in-their-spare-time ISP hadn’t upgraded the MySQL database software beyond version 3.23! I had done all the steps in the WordPress upgrade instructions and clicked on the upgrade database link, and then got the error: WordPress 2.6.1 needs MySQL 4.0.0. To give them their due, they set up a MySQL 5.0 database for me very quickly. But that was an empty database, so I had to schlep all the data from the old database to the new one, without any nice tools like phpMyAdmin Oh, and I couldn’t do it all in one go because I got weird out-of-space messages.

Because I exhibit the weird obsessive laziness of the geek, I had to write some scripts to save time (I will only actually save time if I remember to run them each time I upgrade), and because I’m rusty I had to look up shell scripting and some MySQL. (Yeah, really quick. The documentation was good, but I was v. rusty.)

Anyway, enough rambling. Katy took the children off to this Celtic place today, and they all came back tired but happy. (K and L came back with painted faces too - K’s was excellent.) I haven’t bothered to upload photos yet, but will in the next day or so.

Just to improve the mental health of our vast readership, here’s part 4.

We went back to where we used to live, to see a play put on by the theatre company run by a local home educating mum. I got the bus there from work and as I’d arrived before Katy and the others (who’d come straight from a birthday party of another home educating family) I had time to explore the new John Lewis and attached shopping centre (one of the 3 that sprouted up recently there).

The Apple store was weird - just a huge Apple logo on the outside (no words) and that lots of tables with all the products on - again no writing or big displays. The place was packed with foreign language students doing free web-surfing on the computers, and I got about 30 seconds to try to get to grips with the photo thing on an iPhone but it defeated me. Ridiculously good looking, but not worth the money (unless I could also turn it into a light sabre). A colleague has got an application for his 3G iPhone that can listen to a piece of music e.g. played over the PA in a pub and then tell you what it is (so that you could buy it, I suppose). Neat.

Anyway, there was a posse of five or so home educating families in all. Merlin was played by the man who led drama sessions with some of them (including J and K) and it was very good. My only gripe were the 2 occasions where they aimed at pleasing any 11 year olds in the audience by setting up a swear word and then avoiding it at the last minute - gratuitous and not funny unless you’re 11. The children all enjoyed it, even though they were hungry because the chinese food I’d bought beforehand was too hot / too slimy to eat.

I’m getting there eventually, although Katy will have to write part 2 or it will be very short.

What seems like ages ago, but is only just over a week ago, we went off to the Festival of History for the 3rd time. It was sort of in lieu of a Muddle Puddle camp, which wasn’t happening this year (and will be in abeyance until someone organises it), but we did the mini one day version rather than the 3 days that other people did.

The weather couldn’t make up its mind between sunny and raining. J was a bit mopish because of his arm, but liked having the other J around. They could quite happily have stayed all day with Heuristics playing their old games. He also could have happily taken part in all the BZents things, but great though they are I’ve seen them soooo many times now that I could tell all their jokes for them. L enjoyed having J’s sister E to play with (making sandcastles at the Victorian sea-side for instance).

K I think had most fun. He had a go and a half at the junior pike drill under Master Will who was my head of station at Kentwell last year and so knows K well. They had third-sized pikes with wooden blades, and did about 4 of the commands, ending up with attacking some parents who had made the mistake of sitting down in front of them. He also had a go at the WW2 assault course, run by an amazingly patient sergeant major who still knew how to control the rowdy ones. (At one point they had to scramble under a net that was pinned down at the sides. He let them get almost to the end, and then stood on the end of the net and stopped them getting out while they had a little chat.) K had to wait ages in the queue, but enjoyed it when he got his turn.

We were dog-sitting a lovely labrador, so took her along as English Heritage let you. This added an extra burden to the day, so I’d be in two minds about repeating it. She enjoyed herself, but maybe not as much as e.g. we’d gone to the sea. Nic showed her amazing new putting-up-with-dogs skills by getting within biting distance (I don’t believe those rumours Nic ). We watched some Morris dancers, and had some expert opinion from Gina and Dave. For instance, I said I really liked the way that the dancers weren’t roped off in a special area but were in among the visitors and she said that as Morris was street dancing, EH would have found it hard to get a Morris group to perform like that.

I wish I’d listened to Katy earlier and agreed to do more wandering around rather than just going to place X at time Y to see big thing Z. Most of the big things involved war in some way, and many of them we’ve seen before. The things, or more importantly, people you met just wandering around were much more likely to be ordinary life things and very interesting. I got to chat to a group of men making a medieval thatched loo - wooden frame made by some carpenters, roof by the thatcher, floor tiles by a potter. An arrow maker had a very impressive collection of arrow heads and liked to share his knowledge and enthusiasm with you. There was a blacksmith making a reed holder - a candlestick that had an extra bit to hold a reed dipped in oil for burning, so you could save candles for special occasions.

I dimly remember quite a few grumpy moments that my brain’s trying to draw a veil over, but it was nice overall and we bumped into some other home edders that we hadn’t seen for two years which was excellent. Photos on Flickr as ever.

On Saturday I took the boys to the astronomy club thing again like last month. They were celebrating the 50th birthday of NASA, and did the usual circus of interesting-looking things, watching a bit of a sci-fi film, then making a model. This time the model was the Martian rovers, and we conquered the complicated nets to produce decent results - see Flickr. While you’re about it, there are some photos of an excellent thing that covered most of the ceiling.

Prof. Andy Fabian retired from the department that hosts the club, and they wanted to show all the people he’d worked with, a bit like the Erdős number, the Bacon number or even the Erdős-Bacon number. All the 781 people he’d worked with had their name on a piece of paper hanging from the ceiling, with a strand of wool linking them back to Andy Fabian in the middle. The colour reflected the kind of subject, and working on different kinds of thing with him meant you got a different coloured strand for each area. It was fabulous, and the photos don’t really do it justice.

When we got back, the children chilled out and watched Robots on DVD while we caught up with jobs / sleeping.

Yesterday we headed off to London again, an hour later than planned because the heat is making the children tired and have trouble getting off to sleep and we didn’t have the heart to wake them early. The main reason to go was the Summer Sling Show. I managed to pack most things apart from Story of the World, which was what we’d planned to do on the train again. Katy fished out a pot of bubble mixture which everyone (including much of the rest of the carriage) enjoyed, so the journey wasn’t too hard. Fortunately for us the industrial action on the railway appeared to have had no effect.

We avoided the tube this time as everything was in walking distance. We all headed off to the sling show, had lunch, Katy stayed with A and I took the other 3 to the British Museum, unfortunately leaving all the cameras with Katy. It was really hot, full and we all quickly wilted. We did the first half of a children’s backpack thing on Ancient Greece which was great in theory but not for hot and tired children - to give them their due, they were well-behaved, just wrung out. Along the way round we saw the Rosetta Stone, a fabulous 3 foot gilt galleon that was actually a clock to announce the serving of dinner - it would move around the table, twirl the top of its masts, play a tune on a mini pipe organ and fire its cannons. Oh, and lots of ancient Egyptian burial things.

Then we staggered off to meet Katy at Coram’s Fields, where the children were revived by playing in a huge sandpit and I was revived by a cup of tea. There was a Bangladeshi festival going on, so much nice music and dancing on a stage, and chatting in person with online friends of Katy’s who had also been to the sling show earlier. Train, home, bath, bed!

Kentwell was fab - and blogged so well by Michelle that I shan’t really bother except to say that we saw Rebecca, J and R and that was lovely Oh, and the car petered out on the A11 sliproad, which was less lovely, but it started again after a few minutes, so could have been worse.

On Saturday the Rainedrops departed, much to the distress of our lot - we must get organised and meet up over the summer There were about 5 things we could have done that day, but I don’t think we did any of them in the end; none of us deal well with too much choice

Monday was CHEF sport, which L decided she would like to try, since J would not be doing it. Unfortunately the traffic was bad, so L and K missed a fair chunk of their session, but enjoyed it anyway, while J played with J who was also off sport, thanks to surgery. We ended up staying rather longer than expected, but decided not to go to the park as well since J was rather tired and the weather didn’t look promising. It’s not the same without Susan and K anyway. We were waiting for a call from a friend to say that lots of Suma stuff had arrived and we should go and pick it up, so didn’t really want to go home and then have to turn around and come back. Gina came to the rescue with an offer of playing at their house, which turned into lunch - just as the other friend phoned and asked if we’d like lunch there, so we could have had two lunches that day Picked up lots of Suma stuff, then talked briefly about dog-sitting and whether we might be able to do it for them as kennels wanted £17.50 a day, plus £25, plus this plus that - and our children have been desperate for a dog since before we moved so we thought this might be a good opportunity to see how it would suit us
Stayed there longer than planned too, so ended up having to squeeze Bob in with the soya milk and huge bags of flour, sugar and oats (sorry if any of your cartons are squished Gina!) as we dashed to the dentist, where we were all congratulated on nice teeth, Bob had a quick clean and A refused to open her mouth at all. Ah well!
Tuesday was swimming, which J could not do, but neither could J (there are too many Js!) so they sat together while the rest of us went in. Yet again there was no teacher *sigh* so I ended up handing A over to someone else in the toddler pool and going in with the children who should have been having a lesson. We started off doing the usual across the pool type stuff, then got out some woggles and used those to practise kicking alone and then in pairs, but fairly soon we all decided it was best for most of them to just have fun with the floats while I helped one or two at a time to do lengths. Fun, but not ideal - although at least they got to stay there for longer, since the improver class was very small and also had no teacher so they just joined in
After swimming we drove to a car park and collected a large dog with a new collar tag (the children watched it being engraved with or phone number), some worming tablets (giving those to a dog is soo much easier than thrusting them down our cats’ throats ), a large bed, lots of blankets and towels and a huge sack of food. We had a quick demo of how to use the halti and then K jumped in the boot with our (temporary) new golden retriever, Joy. As soon as we got home we had to run in, leaving K in the car with Joy, and stuff the cats into their travel basket so that Bob could take them to the vet for poorly-timed boosters. Not ideal for them to meet Joy from inside a plastic box, but otherwise we feared they would hide and we would not be able to find them an hour later when it was time to go Then we took Joy for her first walk in the field at the back of the house, with the children taking it in turns to hold the lead once we’d established that she was not going to pull them over. K even very nobly picked up her poo, when I pointed out that if they wanted to have their own dog they would have to do that. I was impressed!

On Wednesday we were carless, while the garage tried to work out why the car has been cutting out again. Once again, it seems to be the computer sensor bit getting itself in a muddle for no real reason - apparently a common fault with Zafiras - so not a lot they can do about it. They reset the computer error thingie (highly technical, I know) just in case it was still showing the old message from last year when we had the same problem and said to go back when it did it again. So we had the car back in time to go and pick Bob up from his late meeting. We could have made it to the Gymnastics competition too, but J couldn’t have taken part and K wasn’t sure he wanted to, so they both decided they would rather go pond-dipping with the Cubs instead. Since J was only allowed to go with an adult to accompany him, thanks to cast, Akela said K could go too So we picked Bob up, shovelled down a quick tea and they scooted off to the pond while L, A and I pootled.

Thursday was Tots and Nots, where we did lots of fun Aztec related things, including making masks, cooking and eating tortillas and a chocolate tasting Rebecca, J and R came along too and we finished really late, but having had a great time - and still only done about half the things Gina and I had talked about for Aztecs, so with activities ready for next week

We might between get round to writing parts 1, 2 and 4 but this is yesterday’s stuff before I forget.

We went down to London for the Breastfeeding Picnic on Parliament Square, to try to get the law outside Scotland clarified and strengthened in favour of protecting breastfeeding mums.

It was our first train journey from what is now our local station, so we had to find which platform etc. On the way down we tried to catch up a bit with Story of the World. As ever, I learned along with the children as my history is so poor - we did the Crusades, Richard I, Blondel, King John, the Magna Carta, and Robin Hood! Reading about the Magna Carta was very appropriate given that we were heading off to Parliament.

When we got there we had to take our life in our hands as Parliament Square is essentially a large, very busy, roundabout. There are lights and pedestrian crossings on the roads that lead up to the roundabout, but nothing to get you onto the roundabout itself. It’s also where Brian Haw lives - coincidence?

While the children played parachute games with other protesting children, and Katy joined in the activist breastfeeding with A, I got lunch from a Tesco Express just opposite Parliament. It is certainly the least pleasant Tesco I have ever been in - designed to cater for MPs popping out for a sandwich and no other kinds of customer - one long queue down a single aisle to check-out staff who refuse to let you put your purchases in your own bag because they’re so much in the routine of giving you a fresh bag and they’re huuugely busy. When I fought my way back through the general ant colony Central London crowds I was struck by the comparison. Here was Parliament all iconic and important and grown-up, and all the crowds of adults in business clothes rushing about, and then also children playing on the grass and colouring in pictures, and mums feeding their babies. I felt we were reclaiming that bit of London for whole-ness.

Lord Avebury made an appearance, unfortunately while the organiser was feeding the meter. I didn’t realise who he was until afterwards, but he did look like a Lord: very smartly dressed, kindly elderly but spritely grandfather figure with a sense of quiet authority. Also a random MP showed up who seemed quite keen on proving his credentials by flashing his House of Commons ID card to lots of people.

The children and I looked around the statues - Churchill, Nelson Mandela (who unfortunately looked a bit like a zombie), Lloyd George looking flatulent / windswept, Jan Smuts looking like he was ice skating or ballet dancing and Palmerston - most of whom were just vaguely important names to me until just now when I added links to them ;-).

The police started blocking the road down one side of the square, and then a marching band went by with red coats, busbies and playing their instruments. Behind them was a column of troops, still in desert uniform, just returned from Iraq. They all marched into the Houses of Parliament somewhere.

After the picnic ended we had some time to fill before we could catch a train back, so we hummed and hah’d a bit and decided to go into Westminster Hall (the 1,000 year old, original, bit of the Parliament buildings) with its fabulous hammer beam roof. There was an exhibition about Parliament (more learning for me) and on the way in we nearly bumped into Des Browne, who was meeting important men in suits and uniforms (related to the soldiers who marched in earlier).

When we were chucked out of the exhibition at closing time we were starting to flag, so went to the cafe. It was interesting to see screens up showing what was being debated in the two houses, and who was talking. The cafe was great - stone vaulted ceilings, friendly staff, a nice cup of fairly traded tea for 75p, water jugs, lots of recycling bins and slightly bizarrely a small bottle of tabasco next to the little pots of UHT milk for your tea etc. I’d recommend it more highly if you didn’t have to wait 15 minutes to go through airport style security to get in!

The tube from the Houses of Parliament is surprisingly poor so we strolled along the Thames from Boudica (who J identified from the fact that she was a woman fighting in a chariot with blades on the wheels) to Cleopatra’s Needle, passing the Battle of Britain memorial and the London Eye on the opposite bank. Sorry about even more links than usual, but there’s loads of stuff that I’m discovering only when I set up the links, like the fact that the 32 capsules of the London Eye represent the 32 London boroughs.

We hopped on the tube for a couple of stops to have tea at Food for Thought. As ever the food was fantastic, and no trip to central London is complete for us without strawberry and banana scrunch from there to eat on the train home. We managed to just miss a train, but the one we caught was an express. I read a bit of Pippi Longstocking to K and L (J had already finished it) - another case of me experiencing something for the first time with my children. It’s excellent.

By the time we’d got home it was very late, but it had been a very good day. A tried to add excitement before bedtime by having a small climbing accident in the kitchen, and biting her tongue - loads of blood and little craters made in her tongue. She seemed OK soon afterwards, but she’s going through the extreme toddlerhood phase at the minute which results in lots of bumps and bruises. Photos on Flickr, apart from A’s blood-letting. We managed to forget both cameras, which was in some ways liberating as all we had was the feeble camera on my phone, so we didn’t stress too much over getting brilliant photos, but some turned out OK (as long as you don’t blow them up too big).

J came back from A and E with a collar and cuff, feeling fine. Apparently the X-ray was quite fun and the machine made a noise like a helicopter, which was “quite reassuring, actually”. We propped him up with pillows and he slept fine, didn’t need painkillers the next morning and was happy to come along to Tots as normal. It was an unexpectedly busy session, although J and J were both taking it easy, and we had a few new families and a few older children come along. Plans are afoot for encouraging the older ones to come along sometimes so that we can have more of an all-age feel and something for our older ones to grow into
We ended up staying for lunch and then chat and didn’t get home until well into the afternoon, arriving back just as Barbara phoned to say their car was not going to be ready and they wouldn’t make it after all Quick racking of brains led to lots of looking up of train times, prices and destinations - we were not going to give up easily! In the end, I think less than four hours elapsed between that phone call and the Rainedrops getting a local train from unmanned station to bigger station, where they could get a railcard (and many thanks to the rail official who sorted that out, sold them a ticket and still gave them time to get to the right platform in the 7 (8?) minutes they had to spare between arrival and departure!) and then catch the train to a station near enough to us to make Bob going out to collect them at 10 o’clock at night a sensible proposition even in a slightly dodgy car (which confirmed my mistrust by cutting out on them just a few hundred yards from home, but fortunately decided to start up again happily enough). They got here at about 11 and the little ones were whisked straight off to bed while the grown-ups stayed up far too late chatting!
J’s fracture clinic appointment on Friday morning looked likely to cause problems and J was keen to just postpone it, as the nurse had said he could do if he was coping well with cuff and collar. He clearly was coping very well, but the degree of swelling worried me a little so we thought it best to get it over with since we had an appointment anyway. Since we had ten people and only 7 car spaces transport was going to be a problem anyway; the plan to use our car for KH and the Rainedrop car for either fracture clinic or extra bodies to KH having been scuppered by it not being mended in time we needed to think again. Bob thought he had hired a small car online, but when we phoned to confirm on Friday morning it turned out that they didn’t have any left to hire, so we had to do a bit more frantic googling and then ringing round and eventually found a company which had a car available but only from 10 or 10:30 (clinic app’t 10:15) Looked again at their website and realised they offered a pick up service, so asked if they would be willing to pick up from the hospital… Not only were they willing to do that, and to do it at an uncertain time (whenever the app’t over) but their rates were about 2/3 everyone else’s, with no extra charge for pick-up Yay!
By now we should have been leaving for KH, but I still had to take Bob and J plus one to the hospital. Bob decided he was willing to brave taking A, as she would be least bothered by missing KH and if she did start to wail then that might encourage people to do things for them faster at the clinic so I dropped off man, boy, babe, sling and car seats and then dashed back home, flung random picnic type food into a bag while Barbara strapped assorted children into the car and we set off, hoping for decent roads and patient friends. We got both
Kentwell was fab (I shan’t go into it now or we’ll miss swimming!) but the news from Bob a bit grim: the consultant (seen after a half hour or so wait) felt that J’s arm needed to be in plaster, which meant another wait for an X-ray, then back to wait for consultant again, then off to plaster room… We had decided that the cut-off point for it being worth coming to join us at KH was probably 1:45, meaning they should be there by about 3 for a couple of hours of looking around before driving back. Bob phoned at 1:35 to say that they were just waiting for the hire car pick-up. At 3:30, starting to worry, I phoned his mobile to see where they were, to get (from J) the unexpected answer “Sudbury.” “Why are you in Sudbury?!” “Er, I don’t know… Daddy, why are we in Sudbury?” Apparently the roads were not so good for them, then they got rather low on petrol, missed a turning somewhere on the way to the petrol station suggested by someone they stopped to ask… Anyway, they got there just in time to get in before last entry at 4 and were able to join us at the alchemists’ copse J looked in good form, considering, with an impressive amount of bandage and a back slab cast, awaiting more plaster on Monday morning. A was very pleased to see me
All in all, a very pleasant day, in lovely company (we managed to combine seeing three different families we don’t really see enough of ) and with a lot less hassle than we feared at times!

Okay, this post has sat here waiting to be finished for too long. I’m going to publish now and do the rest later!

so may as well spend some time catching up here

Monday was quiet, with lots of nothing much (although K has now reached level 4 stage 10 of BBC dance mat typing ) until E arrived for a sleepover This served the double purpose of making my children and E very happy and saving her from a horribly early start and then a day in hospital waiting for her brother to have surgery. A video bribe got them all snuggled into bed on time, but then they chatted a bit too long and too loudly and we ended up putting L into our bed to break up the party a bit. Having saved E from an early start, I think she got one anyway, as I heard voices before 6 and they were all well and truly up by 7. Ho hum. Tuesday was correspondingly a rather touchy kind of day, although I think they all had fun anyway. We got to swimming in plenty of time, only to find that there was no teacher. The lifeguards looked at one another for a few minutes, wandered round the building a couple of times, asked us if we were expecting Fiona (err, no, it hasn’t been her for a while, but recently it keeps changing) and then finally one of them announced that he was Ben, he was also a teacher and he proposed to do the lesson, if that was alright with us. It was, so he did. We looked at the time and decided to split what was available between the two classes, so the first one would start late and finish not quite so late and the second start late and finish on time, but both would miss out a little. He dropped the pool depth (last week it was stupidly shallow) and asked the kids to slide into the water to check it was okay, which it was. Then he took one look at how small most of them were and jumped in himself, shorts, tee-shirt and all I couldn’t help this week, as I had A tied to my chest, but I stayed at the edge and called encouragements, which seemed to help a bit, if only by telling him their names Ben proved to be great, actually. He chivvied them just enough, splashing the ones who were being precious about getting wet and helping the ones who were falling behind in a way which made it fun rather than humiliating. I do think for children this little and inexperienced a teacher in the water is the way to go. A helping adult in the water as well is even better - if Vix can’t do it regularly then perhaps I need to find an Anna sitter…
No news from J’s parents so we brought E back with us and had lunch, then watched a video (Cheaper by the Dozen) as everyone was flagging a bit. Halfway through the video E and L started to do somersaults on, off and over the settee, so I guess they still had some energy! Then we replaced the trampoline bungee, played in the sandpit, rearranged the climbing frame, pulled weeds out of the patio and generally pottered in the garden until Bob got home and ’s dad came to pick her up. At which point we fed the kids and bundled them into bed early, hoping for a less crabby day today
The morning went by in a whoosh of nothing much (again), then we picked up a parcel (assorted French resources and a Junior Scrabble game ) and went to a nearby town for a HE trip to a fire station. There was to have been a meet at a park first, but since it was raining nobody was there and we spent the time looking for a mobile phone accessories shop instead, trying and failing to find a replacement charger for my phone (it might be useful for KH trip on Friday to have a phone I can use!) and eating lunch on the hoof. When we got to the fire station there seemed to be rather few of us and we had to ask the fireman who was waiting to start the talk to wait a bit longer, as we were sure there should be more people. We were just about to give up and start anyway when they arrived - having been at someone’s house in the next street they were bound to all be later than those of us who had come further Will try to get the boys to help me write about the tour. It was fun and we have photos The high point for the children was the very end, when they uncurled a hose and let the children all have a go at squirting it. Of course they all got soaked, but they had a great time!
Everything finished just about in time for us to throw damp children into the car and rush back for gymnastics, which brings us back to the title. J and K did the warm-ups and about half of the activities, then J fell on his elbow (embarrassingly out of a soft play barrel, not off the p-bars or anything exciting like that) and ended up in the office with ice on it while the manager came to fetch me. He was desperately upset, not helped by being so tired to start with, and it was very hard to see whether he was really in as much pain as he appeared to be iyswim. He fell on the outside of the joint, but the pain and swelling were on the inside. Fingers all working fine and able to grip, but lots of pain and whingeing if asked to lift arm at all We decided to come home as soon as K’s session over, keeping it iced in the meantime (only 5 minutes or so anyway) and then see whether we needed to drop off excess children and go to A&E or to leave it and see. He should have been at Cubs for investiture this evening so not a happy bunny Got home to find Bob had cooked tea and J was hungry so we ate tea and then had another look at the elbow. Much more swollen now Strapped it for him (with a strip of hemp terry bought for nappy making as the bandages got absorbed into some dressing up a while ago and haven’t been replaced ) which he said helped, and then decided it was better to get him to A&E now and be sure, rather than wait and possibly have to miss out on going to KH. They left over 2 hours ago and I’ve not heard anything…

Oh joy. It’s a probable broken elbow He has a cuff and collar for now and the earliest appointment available for fracture clinic is Friday morning…

or vice versa

Wednesday was a day with nothing planned apart from Gymnastics and Cubs. We could have been doing Drama, which I know the boys would have loved, but I decided at the beginning of a new term of it that it was too far to travel really and that free time is more valuable to us just now. Besides which, this term we’d have had to miss as many as we made, which is silly. Still, I know a few people were away this week so we could probably have gatecrashed and I did consider it, but we were all too tired to bother really, and then a courier arrived with this which is supposed to be the children’s Christmas present but looked so good we started it straight away It’s good, but not quite as great as I’d hoped from all I’ve heard about it, tbh. I suspect there could be a lot of play value in it as the children get the hang of it - and more if we find someone else who also has a set and put them together some time
We had to pop out to pick up a parcel and some bits for lunch so did that while I had the energy, but by lunchtime I was feeling decidedly ropy, so when A slept I dozed in front of Wimbledon, while J, K and L flitted about and amused themselves We got to Gymnastics on time, although I’m not quite sure how as J was still hunting for his Cubs uniform 5 minutes after we would normally have left the house. The boys looked to be having a good time, while L and A pottered and munched (A works her way through vast quantities of fruit each time the boys are at the gym ) and L played on Cooking Mama 2 and chatted to the older girls waiting for their gymnastics session. Then we dashed back home to eat a superfast tea, but not quite fast enough (stir fry, with rice pudding which we left for later as we ran out of time) and set off at about the time we should have been arriving at Cubs. It was only a Rounders session, though, so not a problem, and K, L, A and I stayed to watch and play in the (school) playground rather than trying to get home and back again in the time left. J hit the ball a couple of times, I was relieved to see and seemed to be enjoying himself even though it was the first time he has ever played a proper game of rounders (we’ve tried at home, but it’s tricky with so few people and such a large proportion of them tiny!), but I spent the time getting progressively more bunged up and sneezy
Came home and ate rice pudding (yum!) then managed to get children to bed eventually, swallowed anti-histamines in an attempt to convince myself I only had hayfever and got myself to bed too.

On Thursday I would happily have stayed in bed, and I think the children would have been fine with that too, but we had to get to Tots because the father of one our toddlers worked on the Phoenix lander mission and was coming in specially to give us a talk I took Lemsip and antihistamines to cover all bases and get us there The A14 was slow and then the car cut out in a scary (and horribly familiar) way, but fortunately recovered itself and got us there safely.
Once we got there the children were happy and apparently the talk was good (and they did some cool craft too) but I had to stay in the hall in case any other families arrived so missed it and gradually felt worse and worse as the morning wore on and the drugs wore off Drove home in a bit of a blur and realised halfway that I probably wasn’t safe to drive, but no option really…
Got home and took A straight to bed, where we both slept. J was a star and kept the others occupied for me, then helped me get tea (pasta and jar - very easy option ) and they all got themselves ready for bed, then we snuggled in the big bed together until they were each sleepy enough to go to their own bed. Bob got back about 11, I think.

On Friday we had planned to go for a walk and a picnic with Emma and her boys, but just as I was thinking I should phone and cancel she phoned me to say one of the boys was ill so they needed to cancel anyway. So we had another lazy day - we tidied the children’s room so that we could hoover it and then they used the big empty space thus created to build Megafort structures While I dozed In the afternoon J tried out a new PC game while K and L played and A and I dozed And sneezed. And blew my nose.
We had expected to see Big Alice (with the invalid tent) but put her off because I really didn’t feel like seeing anyone (hope she wasn’t offended) so when Bob got home I ran myself a nice hot bath in an attempt to unbung my ears and nose a little (didn’t work, but the children were thrilled to have a nice deep bath to play in after I got out) while he cooked tea for children, then we had takeaway curry (another attempt, which worked a little) once the older three were in bed. A was still very much around, though, so we had to pay the baby tithe

On Saturday I had hoped to get to slingmeet but decided against it, in hopes that a quiet morning would mean enough energy for a party in the evening. Bob took J and K to their first astronomy club meeting, which they loved, and L, A and I pottered - and built a Mega Castle Then when Bob got back I went back to bed - sensing a theme here? It worked though, and I had enough energy to enjoy the party when it came around It was a big joint affair, beginning at 4 with children’s stuff, then morphing via food into a more grown-up party, with very cool live music I got to cuddle several babes of various sizes, including slinging a couple and demoing wrapping (then lending a wrap ) while the children also had a good time and Bob enjoyed newborn cuddles - one of his favourite things I faded out a bit in the middle, but rallied and then my second big fade coincided with Bob’s realisation of how late it was so we made our departures - thanks Gina and Dave - we had lots of fun

Today Bob took A, K and J to church, while L and I stayed at home (which meant L got computer time and I got to doze again) but then J decided he was so tired he couldn’t make it all the way home on foot, so I had to throw clothes on and go and pick them up in the car. Quick lunch, then the children watched Flubber while Bob pottered and I alternated pottering and reading - yay! I must be feeling better to have enough energy to read!

Hopefully tomorrow I might be able to make it through a whole day without dozing…