Electrifying bank hol...
With Jimmy away on a highly cultural (pfff) jaunt to London and Kent with his pals, the kids and I had four days to fill. I was determined not to resort to mega-swanky days out - the kind of all-singing, all-dancing excursions which they love of course, but which I try to keep for 'special'. Weather was brilliant - it's been amazingly hot for most of May - so lots of picnics, playing in Skirling Woods, spotting oyster catcher chicks near the river in Coulter... all v Famous Five-ish and dampened only by daughter receiving a shock from an electrified fence. Yow!
Have to admit, I do get ranty when the kids lose things. A trail of possessions is forever left in our wake. So when Son One casually said, 'Um, can we go back to the river today? It was great...' I was a tad suspicious. A dazzling light shone directly into his eyes soon revealed the truth: 'I... um... think I left my er, Swiss Army knife there... ummm...' We returned and it was STILL THERE. It did not join the billion Swiss Army Knives Lost.
And so to work....
New mummy lit novel is coming along at a sprightlier pace now. I took part in a reading last night along with members of two groups - the Biggar Writers and Writers' Bloc (a highly entertaining and diverse Edinburgh-based group) and came away feeling inspired by an excellent mix of poetry and prose, all highly inventive stuff. Poets amaze me! I feel ridiculously self conscious if I even try.
Thought I'd end with my fave things about bank hols...
- no packed lunches to, um, pack
- no cajoling children out of bed
- not being googly-eyed after a day spent lashed to the PC
- fresh air!
- no haring up the street at 8.55 am with homework/gym shoes/glasses forgotten
- not having to cram all the must-do jobs in at the end of the day
Have to admit, I do get ranty when the kids lose things. A trail of possessions is forever left in our wake. So when Son One casually said, 'Um, can we go back to the river today? It was great...' I was a tad suspicious. A dazzling light shone directly into his eyes soon revealed the truth: 'I... um... think I left my er, Swiss Army knife there... ummm...' We returned and it was STILL THERE. It did not join the billion Swiss Army Knives Lost.
And so to work....
New mummy lit novel is coming along at a sprightlier pace now. I took part in a reading last night along with members of two groups - the Biggar Writers and Writers' Bloc (a highly entertaining and diverse Edinburgh-based group) and came away feeling inspired by an excellent mix of poetry and prose, all highly inventive stuff. Poets amaze me! I feel ridiculously self conscious if I even try.
Thought I'd end with my fave things about bank hols...
- no packed lunches to, um, pack
- no cajoling children out of bed
- not being googly-eyed after a day spent lashed to the PC
- fresh air!
- no haring up the street at 8.55 am with homework/gym shoes/glasses forgotten
- not having to cram all the must-do jobs in at the end of the day
posted by F-word Mummy at
09:40
2 Comments:
I've just read Mummy said the F-word in one sitting - I couldn't put it down! In fact I'm going to review it for my local paper this week. Can you hurry up and write another one??
Thank you Karen! I'm not sure when my next book will be finished as other factors (son's broken arm, looming summer hols which start in - eek - three days in Scotland...) might hinder process a little - but there will be another one, hopefully not too far in future!
Thanks very much for review too, f x
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