So it goes, another 24 have past in the life of the gallivanters. Only the 50 miles today mind!
& if I stop this flow..............
E has grown so much that last year's towelling hoody which was more of a dress length for Summer 11 now just brushes his bum!
I've used this song on the blog before but it chimes with the eighties theme and the words have a strong resonance with me.
Impromptu movie night last night after the Grandparents left. "Atlantis 2 ~ Milo's Return." gotta love a Disney sequel. Accompanied by salad from the allotment! In May! Fabulous & tasty it was too.
And today, back from holiday, my regular morning call with my Mum returns and the day starts out right.
After an emergency stop for a nose bleed (S) that saw me pull off into a petrol station and commit myself to the car wash track......... we dropped S at her friends in Horsham for the whole day today TDO is picking her up on his way home from work.
These nose bleeds must be a genetic summer trait as TDO had one last night too.
And the boys and I headed to Fishers Farm for some sunny splash attack fun. It has been really warm again today and I have the makings of the patented (although I can't recall by who) classic home ed Mum tan - bits of feet outside of sandals, hands and shoulders only. No all over action for me! The boys are looking gorgeously sun~kissed too. Great to see the back of the winter grey. It is about 27oC today.
We shared Fishers Farm today with an organised trip from "Little Rascals" day nursery & preschool and a variety of children clutching Linus style security blankets. Am I alone in finding such negative "Here comes trouble / Junior Asbo" labelling of children offensive? You couldn't call a retirement home Old Crinkleys so why is Little Rascals okay?
Whilst we were at Fishers Farm the new enquiry into "Support" for home educators was announced, I read about it whilst rather comfortably supported by a deck chair. I don't suspect that it is the new Badman review but I do say that my support (as I define the word support) comes from my family. My parents and my husband, for whatever the rhetoric on family at the core of society might be the idea that anyone, who could, would decline the idea of paid work and paying the minimum wage to someone to care for their children or using the free child care offered by the state school system is so far removed from the current Zeitgeist as to be almost unimaginable I suspect.
Apparently the enquiry will look at financial support - brings me to recycle my phrase from the last time such issues were debated:~
"Skint and free is how I'd rather be!"
It will be interesting to see how it evolves. Graham Stuart MP is on the committee which can only be a good thing because he really "gets" home ed - I shall compose a reply but for now I want to go and play lego Star Wars with my son!
In Other News
I forgot to tell you yesterday, at the park, E was, once again, mistaken for a girl, but instead of saying anything he let the boy go on and on
"Why has that girl got a motorbike on her top?" the boy said to me. Funny as on the way to the park a very glam gang of girls on motorbikes in striking pink and white leathers had past us and, anyway, E said "Yeah, I'm a girl." and then beat them at whatever game they were playing - he was very cool and almost pool or poker hustler chic about it...........umm........Probably shouldn't have been impressed but sort of was!!
Really, really sad news that a 32 year old man drowned trying too save a child adrift in an inflatable at a beach near us at the weekend. My thoughts have been with his family since I heard the news. A beach I turned down 3 invitations to visit last week as it is a place I remember well from my childhood. I remember my Dad lost his wedding ring there mucking about in the sea, known by locals for its strong winds and undercurrents the no inflatables signs were, apparently, on display. Such a sad start to the summer season. We will visit again, maybe this week but I felt strongly that I wanted out first visit of the year to be as a family so that I could talk to the trio about how the water there can shelve and how the tide can hide the lagoons.
And how, because you can swim in a rectangular swimming pool, you might not be able to do the same in the sea. The sea is a totally different scenario, there are no sides to swim too, no handy numbers painted on the sides telling you how deep it is and there are currents and waves that can drift you along. I recall that experience as child at the Witterings, exiting the sea from a very different place to where I had entered it.
My maternal Grandparents had a holiday caravan not far from there when I was a child, I recall sun-burning my back to a blister and my Grandad falling asleep with a pocket of loose change money and burning his leg. I can remember being sucked under by the huge waves, maybe they weren't huge but when I was small they felt large to me! Recently a childhood friend with whom I spent much time at the Witterings as child reminded me how her parents chastised her for NOT taking sweets from a stranger there one day. Oh! The 1970s! Funny how when something sad or bad happens in a place all of your memories of that place come flooding back.
"Why has that girl got a motorbike on her top?" the boy said to me. Funny as on the way to the park a very glam gang of girls on motorbikes in striking pink and white leathers had past us and, anyway, E said "Yeah, I'm a girl." and then beat them at whatever game they were playing - he was very cool and almost pool or poker hustler chic about it...........umm........Probably shouldn't have been impressed but sort of was!!
- E, 5, is loving his new Star Wars lego - it has reinvigorated his existing sets and he is currently filing a battle scene using his best youtube, product assessment, narrators voice.
- Tomorrow sees my final leg wax and final haircut of my thirties - I am really looking forward to it as both are long overdue.
Really, really sad news that a 32 year old man drowned trying too save a child adrift in an inflatable at a beach near us at the weekend. My thoughts have been with his family since I heard the news. A beach I turned down 3 invitations to visit last week as it is a place I remember well from my childhood. I remember my Dad lost his wedding ring there mucking about in the sea, known by locals for its strong winds and undercurrents the no inflatables signs were, apparently, on display. Such a sad start to the summer season. We will visit again, maybe this week but I felt strongly that I wanted out first visit of the year to be as a family so that I could talk to the trio about how the water there can shelve and how the tide can hide the lagoons.
And how, because you can swim in a rectangular swimming pool, you might not be able to do the same in the sea. The sea is a totally different scenario, there are no sides to swim too, no handy numbers painted on the sides telling you how deep it is and there are currents and waves that can drift you along. I recall that experience as child at the Witterings, exiting the sea from a very different place to where I had entered it.
My maternal Grandparents had a holiday caravan not far from there when I was a child, I recall sun-burning my back to a blister and my Grandad falling asleep with a pocket of loose change money and burning his leg. I can remember being sucked under by the huge waves, maybe they weren't huge but when I was small they felt large to me! Recently a childhood friend with whom I spent much time at the Witterings as child reminded me how her parents chastised her for NOT taking sweets from a stranger there one day. Oh! The 1970s! Funny how when something sad or bad happens in a place all of your memories of that place come flooding back.
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labelling children is one of my great announces - t-shirt slogans are one thing (which i hate) but i never understand nursery schools called 'little monkeys' etc is beyond me...sore subject.
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