Daily Archives: May 29, 2008

Train of thought

Bother, I forgot this path is uneven.

Quick, onto other leg, regain your balance.

No good, get first leg straight to recover your equilibrium before you fall.

Bother, edge of kerb. I’m going to land on the road.

Don’t break your collar bone, but protect your head.

Sacrifice your hands if necessary.

Don’t break your collar bone, but protect your head.

Sacrifice your hands if necessary.

Ouch, that hurt my knees and both my hands. Wonder if they’re bleeding.

Still, at least I kept my head safe.

AGH! No I didn’t. Momentum… don’t let it hit the road hard… don’t let it hit the road hard… OUCH! Gosh, that hurt.

Am I still conscious? Yes. Am I still alive? Yes. Does anybody care? No, not really.

Well, that was thorough. Knees. Hip. Palms of Hands. And a whacking great egg appearing on my forehead. Not to mention an interesting drip or two of blood.

And before you tell me off, I KNOW I was an idiot to drive home. But I’ve been very sensible since then. Honest, Gov.

Bet I ache tomorrow, though!


Last weekend was the weekend we took Tiddles to look round the college open day. Great fun was had by all. I just had to share a photo or two of some of our favourite things…. not that they had very much to do with learning (and indeed I think that taking Tiddles there when there were loads of fun things on was a bit of a mistake too – I’m not sure I trust his motives for deciding he really wants to go there!)

Watch that boy go!

Come on Tiddles, pus some effort in Go Smudgelet, go,,, you're winning the race

And this was, in my opinion, the coolest game of table football ever. It was like a bouncy castle with metal poles stretching from side to side, and on the poles were cylinders of strong material with handles attached. This material would slide left and right along the poles so that the team members holding the handles could move from side to side like the players on a table football game. They were not allowed to let go at all, and one playing moving would move the rest who were attached to the same pole. You’ll notice Tiddles played in goal. We will not discuss how many goals he let in, or which team won. Smudgelet decided he wasn’t too keen on playing. I was just thinking of having a go when the last place was taken (I hesitated only because I thought Smudgelet would want to play and my idiot elder son had brought his laptop with him for the day and I had to mind it!!!)

The best game of table football ever!

No, I haven’t gone mad. We’re NOT having a dog.


When Tiddles was having his introductory talk at the RSPCA, the boss said that he’d be walking the dogs as part of his daily routine. They have a policy of ensuring that every dog is walked at least once a day, preferably twice, even if it’s only for five minutes and five minutes’ play in the compound. It’s such a time consuming task that they rely on volunteers to help out and give the dogs that bit more attention. Although not a dog lover by any means, I took myself straight to reception and filled out a volunteer form.

The RSPCA is a short drive from home through pleasant countryside. To become a dog walker provides three opportunities. It gives Smudgelet the experience of the company of dogs without the inconvenience of us having one (which I am not doing under any circumstances – troublesome, noisy, smelly things that they are!). It gives me the chance to do something worthwhile in my week. And best of all, it’s the perfect way of motivating myself to get a bit more fresh air (fresh?) and exercise.

On Tuesday I had my induction where they showed us the route we have to take (a bit monotonous to have to stick to the same way round the same circular walk all the time, but it’s through a lovely bit of wooded land so it could be far worse), where the enclosures are where we can play with them off the lead, what the rules are for dog walking, and how to pick up poop! We took Barney on three laps of the walk, the RSPCA chappy accompanying us for the first walk and then doing two laps on our own. I managed to escape needing surgery to relocate my shoulder blades, but only just. Barney’s strong! He’s lovely, though, and well trained, and by the last lap was walking nicely by my side instead of dragging me round from sniffing post to sniffing post. The funniest thing was, when we took him in the enclosure to let him off the lead, after him pulling me at high speed round the walk, he became calm and sedate and not the least bit interested in playing or running. Not until we got his lead back on and were back on the track….

Our first friend

(Not a good picture as Smudgelet is too young to be allowed to hold the lead and wanted to be in the photo)

Then yesterday, in torrential rain, we arrived just a little later than planned so had to do two short walks, first with Barney again and then with the most endearing (if strong!) little fellow called Paddy. He was so full of fun and energy that we intend to get there earlier today and try to get time to play as well as walk. He loved a fuss, too, but the word “walk” wasn’t in his vocabulary. In the end I gave up and jogged alongside him – the most exercise I’ve had in days!

Do you get the impression I’m rather enjoying being a dog walker?


Bank Holiday

I didn’t really mean to leave you on a cliff hanger. While Ian isn’t looking, I’ll tell the rest of you that my little tuba player, who only a few weeks ago was giving up because the tuba was too difficult (I only found out he’d been skipping his lessons and the windband when I told him I was getting the tickets for the next wind band concert and asked what time he needed to be there!), came home with an uncontrollably inane grin and a piece of paper declaring that he’d lost 13 marks. Dreadful! 😉 87 percent and some rather complementary comments and I have to say a rather pleased mummy!

At the same time I heard that I had definitely passed Section A of my local preacher training (at last) with some rather pleasing marks too – though none so good as 87 percent! Only three sections to go!

It’s been a busy week.

Smudgelet had his first ever camp as a Scout this weekend, in the mud and rain. He came home brown from head to toe (a combination of mud and hot chocolate!) and with a bag full of soggy, muddy, grimy, smelly belongings. Needless to say, his boots were rammed in the bag with his sleeping bag and pillow – bless him. He had a fantastic time, despite coming home covered with scratches and cuts from having to rescue his tent from the brambles which prevented it being blown away altogether in the middle of the night! Thank goodness he and his patrol were able to relocate to the First Aid tent. He also, much to my dismay, passed his Knife and Axe Proficiency which now permits him to carry a penknife…. and, to my great amazement, came second in the competition for most helpful Scout of the camp. Obviously he’d been storing up his energies for this one, and has now run out completely.

That's my boy - the latest addition to the Boy Spouts

Tiddles meanwhile is home and doing his work experience at the RSPCA. He enjoyed it thoroughly up until yesterday but, with two more days to go, has now declared that it’s boring because there’s nothing new to do, he’s just doing the same things again! ;o) He’s fallen in love with ferrets, though, and is desperate to persuade me that we want one. Failed! Now, it’s a good job that neither of them realise how easy I’d be to persuade to have a rabbit!

The big job is constantly reminding the two of them that I do not, ever, intend to have a dog. Nor, until Charlie goes to the big cattery in the sky, will we be having another cat, no matter how adorable and appealing they are. In fact, the big job is reminding ME that we will not be having another cat. Oh, but there are some real cuties there. :o( At least we can be fairly sure that, being so adorable, someone is bound to fall in love with them soon and offer them a far better home than we could at the moment. I don’t want a dog under any circumstances, though. But…

Hmmm, the cliffhanger bit doesn’t really work when the newest posts appear above the older ones, does it?