Amelie was itchy and woke me up and now i can’t sleep plus i got a lie in this morning after trying to stay up to keep Max and the cricket company and therefore deny myself my full 4 1/2 hours 😕 Cricket… the perfect portrayal of the major differences between most men and most women. How is standing around for 5 days and eventually ending in a draw something that can be described as a game, for ***** sake? I can deal with an afternoon round the village green for a bit of local japery, i can deal with sports like football that last a reasonably comprehendable 90 minutes, i can handle rugby (less comprehendable but redeems itself with lasting only 80 minutes) and i’ll sit through motor-racing of various sorts, entertaining myself with shaking my head in bewilderment at men going round in circles and cheating death… but 5 sodding days of cricket? I ask you. And if you must do it, don’t make a world cup last 7 weeks and DON’T wear flipping pyjamas! At least be a bit colonial about it, wear white and take tiffin at 4 – at best, cricket really ought to be regarded as some sort of national oldy-worldy treaure 🙄
*Mildly fragile state of mind leap over it alert*
Oooops – ranted. 😳 Mind you, i was only looking through my rants the other day and came across my post Josie’s-birth rant. Oh well, i seem to have got over that. Obviously i just need a major, all-encompassing life crisis every 2 years or so. 🙄 i have learned something new over the last year, something i never understood before, could only see from what i imagined i would feel. This time last year, there was a sort of tacit agreement that if life got sorted and i wasn’t emotionally able to recover without a baby, we’d at least talk it through. To have a baby with a not too huge gap, before i’m 35, i’d really need to get pregnant this autumn. What shocks me is to discover that i’d be ABSOLUTELY NO WAY emotionally ready to do that; i’m a million years away from being that healed. I don’t think i ever will be. So now i understand a new side of the coin; i understand needing time in a way that i never have. I’m a girl who never waits for anything, but now i know what it is to need to wait. Weird.
Anyway, weekend. Lovely sun filled couple of days in the garden; Fiver has been lovely and is all settled in. He’s enjoying cuddles, very patient about the girls, comes and sits on the sofa with me in the evenings and has grown already, i’m sure. Max made a wire screen to go into the main run and we thought we’d pop him into one half and let them get aquainted without endangering anyone. We both thought Smartie was so soft that it would be just fine.
Lucky really didn’t just try to introduce them face to face. Fiver was fine, went over and sniffed amicably but Smartie went UTTERLY wild and started attempting to saw through the wire with his teeth, frantically snapping at Fiver as best he could. So we erm.. removed him. Clearly Smartie still has enough hormones left to smell that Fiver is a threat to his status. (Hahahaha Smartie, we’ll fix you… what you gonna do if we let him **** your girlfriend, huh?) I’m kidding.. kidding…
Anyway, Max and i did more to the garage, then i took Fran to dancing (she’s doing some polka step or other and she’s looking so graceful, i can hardly believe that is my little girl. She’s loving the grade 1 stuff and clearly getting it very quickly.) On the way back she and i wnet to our favourite sewing shop which specialises in quilting, got some needles and a few sale fat quarters. Now i’m wrestling with the maths of the design she is doing and trying to work out how to make it fit. I’ve got sucked in too and have done a cushion front tonight. Like i need cushions 🙂
Lovely evening watched Dr Who and that meant i dreamt a VERY post watershed episode, with an excellent plot, and even more excellent action 😳 😆 MUST get out more… at least as far as somewhere selling David Tennant fan posters 🙂
Today we’ve gardened and gone to E’s birthday party. Thhis evening Max put trellises up on the wall of the garage that makes one side of our garden up and planted roses along it. The children potted up a huge number of tiny plant kits that i dug out of the garge and we’ve begun hunting through our craft boxes and preparing for much craftiness next week. All good stuff.
… has made me very proud. 41 individual sales on Amazon in a week, so around 55 items in all. Given that an average week in April/May (my quiet months) does 60-65 (by projection from last year) this is a major extra source of custom and i’m REALLY proud of it. Onwards and upwards.
PLus i’ve been making pretties.