Getting the bathroom fixed is amazing but giving up my calm space, albeit temporarily, is not quite as amazing. My calm space, my quiet space, my thinking space and my sanctuary is on the banned list at the moment. I can understand why the Golden One speaks out when he comes up against a closed door. I’d never really thought of my bedroom fulfilling all those needs before but it really does. I think everyone should have a calm space’ even if it’s only a particular chair in a particular corner; even children… I realise ‘quiet’ doesn’t work for everyone but I guess there’s always ear plugs or earphones (maybe with calming sounds/music). The GO’s calm space is his bed too. That’s where he seems to retreat to when he’s had enough of us. I’ve tried putting it in a different place, I’ve even tried a second bed but he’s not interested. He’s chosen his calm space and that’s where it’s staying!
Next door acquiring 3 cute and lively puppies last week means there’s not a lot of calm time going on at the homestead right now. There’s a substantial amount of noise and an even more substantial amount of loose hound hair around that is plainly shed in the activity that takes place in running the length of the fence 3000 times a day. Unfortunately, for me at least, the GO holds on to his loose strands until he gains access to the front room. He creates his very own shaggy rug that even James Dyson can’t fix. Still, guess it counts as extra insulation and it is supposed to be cold this weekend….
Just reminded the Lopper of a funny event that occurred a few days back. She was looking pretty relaxed in her shlomps and a top knot, make-up free, looking about 14 years old. The very amiable Brendan who himself looked as if he might have been in (car) sales, but wasn’t, was filling in her details for his report, apologised when he came to the ‘occupation’ box. “Sorry. This stupid thing only lets you choose certain boxes so if you can just find something as near to what you do as possible” “Accountant” , the Lopper jumped in with before he’d finished the word ‘possible’. The lovely Brendan looked straight at the Lopper and relieved he hadn’t needed to recite the entire A-Z of UK occupations, (he’d hoped he could stop at reluctant student), just said “Oh, ok”. Job done. She’s full of surprises…
Very quiet and eerily still out on the streets today… the irony of seeing these two signs on same building wasn’t lost on me, what strange times we are in…
The eldest Grand sproglet spent her Christmas money and bought baking paraphernalia which she has taken great pride and joy in choosing; Oh my, she’s growing up way too quickly! They’ve been watching Junior Bake Off and it’s rubbed off. I already know it’ll be mum clearing up the kitchen so hope those sugar treats are delicious and worth the calamity they’ll create! Curly Sue has adapted well to her new specs and has already got used to perching them fashionably on her lower nose, such a fashionista. The smallest sproglet, in Bramley Cottage is making her own presence very much known, she makes more noise than all of the Famous Five together – can’t be calling them that for much longer. Will have to think of a relevant collective term for ‘Six’, before we move on to The Magnificent Seven – obviously, I’ll be using that eventually.
Further along the Kent corridor, the popsicle and the Dodger (“Nuthin”), are here, there and everywhere; logs, streams, hills and the great outdoors beckoning them at every opportunity, those two need to keep crash helmets on permanently…watch out Bear Grylls, they’re coming after you!
Looking at the weather forecast for tonight and early doors tomorrow, we may just be in for a sprinkling of snow and that will most definitely produce some squeals of excitement, probably not from the Lopper but most certainly from the sproglets… this is where the Superdads will come into play whilst the mums feign jobs (to be fair, there are always jobs). They’ll be there at the end though when all the clothes come off in stiff wet heaps and hands, toes and milk need warming… Who doesn’t love a hot chocolate when they come in from the great outdoors on a cold frosty day- wonder if the brownies at Bramley Cottage will be ready by then?
Power has stayed on since Sunday at the Wise one and the mum to be’s new hideaway. I believe there’s some changes afoot and the designer wallpaper in the main bedroom is going; (not sure who the designer was exactly, but if he or she is still alive, they’re doing well, and they would definitely have had their jab by now!) I can already imagine that calm, quiet, thinking space materialising, well for a short time anyway…. After that, calm and quiet will be in snatched opportunities and rarely at the same time as each other. It will of course be worth it. Happy days…
Apparently Camilla and Ottilie are in the Top Ten of babies names ….hmmmm.
Happy Friday everyone! Find something to celebrate, there’s always something, even if not immediately obvious.
I’ve just given myself an idea for something to look for on Ebay and I’m already Superexcited at the thought. Now that really will be worth celebrating!
Have you seen my Crocs? 