Day 74- Friday madness!

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Good evening! I hope you are all well.

Have you ever had a day where it seems to be peaks and troughs? That happened to me today ūüė¶ Waking this morning I must say I had a lovely sleep, but I had to drag myself out of bed early as it was Boo’s assembly. We had forgotten to buy cakes that are desperately needed by the artists after their mornings work, so I trudged my way up the road, with instructions ringing in my ears about the type and quantity that were needed.

Arriving home I found a defiant Roo refusing to get dressed, and a very angry DH chasing him round with various items of clothing. I can hardly blame him. Thomas the Tank Engine was on, and he was loving the fact that having no clothes on meant he was nice and cool!

Clothes finally in place we set off for school.

I must say the assembly was fabulous. A special tribute to the Queen, celebrating her 60 years on the throne, with songs and events from the six decades she has reigned. We had Elvis, Jimi Hendrix, Saturday Night Fever and the Spice Girls. My favourite had to be Boo (of course,) Moonwalking across the hall in a Michael Jackson Thriller outfit. That boy is game for anything! Well done Mrs L for writing and organising the whole thing. having been there I know how much preparation, organisation and sleepless nights go with any production . The powerpoint was brill.

After a fantastic interlude I set off home. After the past few days of summer, I need to sort out my wardrobe ready for our imminent holiday. Now I don’t know about you but I have got lots of summer clothes…in various sizes. These are worn for a short period of the year, place in vacuum seal bags and stowed away. Every year the same sentence is said…

‘I’ll save that because I will diet into it.’

Every year, the same belief that this will be the year that those skinny white jeans will be flashed around my person for our brief summer. This ¬†means that they linger around taunting me! Why do I do it to myself? I know why…if I get rid of them it means that there is no chance that they will ever fit, I will have given up. So when I opened the bag…there they were, top of the pile smirking at me! They were swiftly placed in the ‘not this year’ pile…….again………..and I began rifling through the other items.

I finished the task feeling thoroughly depressed. The not this year pile was huge, this years pile was small.  Should I go and buy more clothes? No I do have enough. DH does not share my enthusiasm for shopping, (not really the shopping, more the spending of money!) I would have to make do.

Talking of DH, I had arranged to meet up with him for lunch. It being another glorious day I decided to walk. Comfy Birkenstocks in place I set off.

Can I ask why, ¬†(Climbs onto soap box!) students are so rude! I must admit to being only 5’4″, I know I am small, but I have as much right to walk on a pavement than anyone else. As DH works in student land I had to walk down through the masses to meet up. Why do these young people think that walking three abreast is OK? Why do they think that anyone who is walking towards them should move out of their way by stepping into a busy road? Why do they think that hitting fellow pedestrians with their rucksacks¬†on their backs when turning to talk to their mates is acceptable? Why do they think that when someone refuses to move for the three of¬†them it is OK to tut and snarl? Unfortunately for the young lady who snarled she chose the wrong person. Maybe it was the temperature of the midday sun?¬†¬†Maybe it was the previously comfy Birkenstocks that were now killing her feet because they are not really designed for walking in? Who knows? Needless to say she was rather red faced when the innocent pedestrian had said her piece!

Onto lunch. It was a rather lovely affair. Sitting outside a cafe watching the world go by. All to soon it was time to set off for the afternoon chores. After being whacked by rucksacks, stood ground a couple of times and cursed the bloody Birkenstocks I discovered the car.

This afternoon was spent finishing the sleeve for the cardigan that I am making. I now only have to make the right front and were good to go. Hurrah! I broke off temporarily to collect the boys, but then got right back to it. I have finished the sleeve, and started the front.

This is how it will look, apart from mine is in black cotton and this is not me!

Obviously I will look exactly like this! (Thin!) If you want to know this is a Twillys of Stamford pattern.

I spent¬†a delicious hour¬†sitting in the back garden…supposedly knitting. Unfortunately I was entertaining the neighbours with my snoring. ūüė¶ How embarrassing! You can’t take me anywhere. I disappeared into the house to make tea.

Well my lovelies with such an up and down day nearly behind me, I am going ‘up’ to bed. I will show a picture of how much of the cardigan I have achieved tomorrow. Can’t wait…we’re going on a picnic!

See you tomorrow

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