Well, “took us to the zoo yesterday” would be more appropriate.
A fantastic day – indescribably fun. A little too late to bed for a certain young man, due to the Red Jet being cancelled!!! but many memories and far too many photos for me to share. But if you fancy seeing some animals -and in particular to see Smudgelet overcome his fear of snakes and also almost become tiger-food – then nip along to flickr. If I could work out how to make these photos into a link then I’d do so, but as it is you’re just going to have to find it for yourself!
I can’t believe I’ve been sitting here listening to the Concert for Diana all evening. Bits have been really good, others dreadful, but it’s been a lovely lazy evening which somehow seems to have distracted me from my determination to clean the kitchen. How sad! Interesting to see how many of the more modern pop singers were unable to belt their music out and hold some of the notes.. compare that with the singers of the musicals demonstrating amazing vocal dexterity. Can you be vocally dextrous? And I was pleased to see that the majority of the show wasn’t on the same level as wotsisname… bo diddly? Mr “Oh Diana, you’re looking down on us from a better place. We love you, we miss you” – I felt myself getting really quite riled on behalf of the princes. After all, it’s not our mother who died – what an assumption, quite OTT and unnecessary, thank you very much. I liked most of the music, I admired the woman, but I am not mourning her death (I have a few more important ones to think about, and I don’t get so overtly effusive even about them, so don’t expect me to “wave my arms for Diana”, you silly little man.)
The news has also hit home a little bit, unsettling me today. Over the last few months we’ve been flying Tiddles back and forth to my brother’s and teaching him to do more and more of the journey independently. Yes – to Glasgow airport. In fact he’s going up there again, alone, shortly after he comes home next week. I know that I can’t wrap him in cotton wool and I don’t intend to. I know that he has to learn to travel and manage without me there holding his hand, and I intend that he will. I know that he’s no less at risk from terrorists when I’m there than when he’s unaccompanied. And I am absolutely adamant that there’s no way that terrorists are going to frighten us into staying at home and me into overly protecting my children and we’re not going to get risk-obsessed. But I have felt slightly queasy all day and will have to work on hiding it from both boys. And my prayers go out to everyone touched by ongoing threat and violence, and the people who must have been mentally scarred by this and similar events.
Hard to settle to anything today. Wonder how I am ever going to get this house fit for visitors in the summer holidays and next door ready to hand over to the new owner in the not too distant future. I am going to have to start to give myself the kick up the backside I need to get myself moving and working my way through. Perhaps I’ll take a leaf out of Chas’ book and tidy my desk 😉