Daily Archives: November 26, 2005

A rare treat

A rare treat for you, Smudgie, to have a day at leisure, all to yourself.

Those were my minister’s kind words this morning. I didn’t disillusion him.

6.10 a.m. my alarm goes off, I make up Dad’s breakfast tray
6.30 a.m. I go round to Dad’s and wake him and carry out his ablutions.
7.00 a.m. I make breakfast for myself and the Smudgelets, supervise the organising of swimming bags and choir outfits, get washed and dressed and apply a little gentle nagging (the tone of which was slightly undermined when, intending to say “I’m not your servant” I got my words a little confused and said “It’s not as if I’m your mother!”)
8.15 a.m. Fill the car with petrol and purchase packed lunches for the Smudgelets. (Experience premature aging when the 25-year-old shopkeeper turns to me and says “Didn’t you used to teach me?” )
8.30 a.m. Play the attentive and supportive mum gesturing encouragingly to Smudgelet during his half-hour swimming lesson.
9.00 a.m. Play the attentive and supportive mum gesturing encouragingly to Smudgelet during his half-hour swimming lesson – yes, they were training new instructors and didn’t have enough children to make up an extra group, so Smudgelet was asked to stay on and have a free extra lesson.
9.30 a.m. Wait impatiently for Smudgelet to emerge from the gents’ changing room, purchasing yet another new comb to replace the one that should have been in his swimming bag.
10.00 a.m. Set off to Shankling to deliver a box of posh biscuits to the nursing home and collect the bottle of pain killers that Dad accidentally left there and desperately needs.
10.30 a.m. Wait by reception in ever-decreasing hope that someone will come and find me there and give me the bottle of pain killers!
11.00 a.m. Go to the post office to collect Dad’s pension and some stamps
11.30 a.m. Make Dad a cup of coffee and resist the temptation to fall asleep in the chair.
12.30 p.m. Nip up to the church for the Christmas Fayre – buy raffle tickets, guess the name of the teddy, purchase sundry second-hand knicknacks which are not really wanted but it’s all for a good cause, and answer multitudinous enquiries as to Dad’s health and the whereabouts of the Smudgelets (who are out for the day at rehearsals). Collect our Christmas Dinner which they’ve kindly put on a plate for me to take home to Dad.
1.30 pm Reheat Christmas dinner which has gone a little cool while waiting for the raffle to be drawn (We won two prizes, mind!)
2.30 pm Load washing machine yet again, load tumble drier yet again, load dishwasher yet again
3.20 pm Pick up M and drive to Cowes for the Smudgelets’ concert, remembering to stop at B&Q en route to purchase a new loo brush and a couple of bins.

A rare treat for you, Smudgie, to have a day at leisure, all to yourself.

(PS – Proud mummy post probably pending, once the concert’s over, mind!)