“Mummy, Muhammed and me are in true love.”
Crumbs. Apparently it is love, at least judging by the expression on her face today when Auntie Kate asked about him .They aren’t getting married though as they are only children, that’s what she told Fran anyway. I’ve invited him around; he’s already given her a ring: I feel this is a relationship i need to give a firm eye to! ;~) She’s got a fairly strong role model community for conversion to Islam, apart from anything else, so i better make sure i like him! :~D
Hm. What else? I’m getting progressively more depressed by the increasing implosion of the HE community of world changers, if i’m honest and uncharacteristically for me, its been bugging me today. I’m firmly on the fence, i can’t decide if i want to know what’s going on if the government are discussing HEers with LEA’s or if i think we should stomp off in outraged fury. On balance though, i’m starting to fear that its time for a new wave of initiators (initiaters? is it even a word?) I’m frightened that the people who have done so much stuff for good in the past are holding on to a set of ideals that we have virtually no hope of sustaining. In which case, is it better to be in the business meeting, or holding up a protest banner outside. I don’t know. I don’t much like even thinking about it. I don’t really want to be involved so i have no right to complain, i just feel anxious that its going to slip through our fingers and neither getting into bed, nor sleeping on the floor is going to solve the problem. As a community we are misunderstood and mistrusted and its frustrating to know that is how i am perceived. I never was a radical.
You might say, with 18% more schools failing now than a year ago, they might want to consider putting their own houses in order first. Never seems to hold much water, that one.
The household is surviving on one toilet (to move from the ridiculous to the slimy) – the downstairs one got blocked and Max, who to his credit tackles these issues (urgh) where i don’t, tried to clear it with a large quantity of clothes tied round the nozzle of the hose pipe. Which predictably ended in a reasonable quantity of swearing when cloths and nozzle became detached on the wrong side of the U -bend. Ho hum. So this weekends jobs include fixing the drain, getting Button back outside in a disinfected run as Ams is clearly allergic to her, going to the tip, having a birthday party and going on holiday. On, and putting the cd player in the car. Cor blimey.
Education wise its been a distinctly slow day. Maddy went to nursery, we all went to Snowbabies, then we came home and pootled. The girls made traintracks, in the shape of continents oddly enough, then The Koala Brothers sparked a conversation about Australia, population sizes, birds that do or don’t fly and various other bits, ending in deciding to find out a bit more about the place. We also talked a bit about how “au” makes a sound that could be made with an “o” so since she had pointed it out we also talked about Austria and how they spell it (Osterreich if i remember my stamps correctly) and the difference between an Austrian and a Centerparcs Chalet!!!!!!
I’ve managed to put the washing away and even packed half of it ready for Melrose. Fran came first in Mario Kart, a definite improvement in her controller skills from a week ago, Maddy is whacked and Amelie went to bed in disgrace. So i didn’t really manage that bit any better. Hm.
