It's true, so far spring has been a total washout. but a feint glimmer of sunlight meant a much-postponed wood walk for Flo's class could go ahead on Wednesday. I love helping out with the Woodpeckers class, they are all still so young and cute and I get lots of cuddles and drawings as gifts. (Not too many cuddles, of course, in case an innocent exchange of affection is misconstrued as something inappropriate, even though I'm in a class full of other kids and two teaching staff. At least that's what it says here in this 498 page manifesto on how to listen to children read or help them paint a toilet roll in class, appendix A, subsection 43c/17.) I digress. On Wednesday I helped my group of 4 into their wellies and coats and off we all splodged through the mud to the school's own wood. Our purpose, to look for minibeasts of the variety the kids have been learning about in class - ladybirds, beetles, earwigs, centipedes, ants etc. It's funny that in England this is as exciting as the wildlife gets on this level, but of course a walk like this wouldn't be possible in an Australia woodland for risk of the children being killed by the minibeasts they found. There was something absolutely gorgeous about the thrilled look on their collective faces everytime someone found a tiny spider or a woodlice. They didn't care that they were uncovering everyday insects they could find easily in their own back gardens - it was the thrill of the discovery.
I organised a Mum's night out on Friday night at the local pizza place. 10 of us assembled for a really fun night, but got a bit messy at the end. After leaving the restaurant, an unwise breakway group went on to a bar for another drink, and an even smaller group ended up back at our house, opening another bottle. Before I crawled into ed in the small hours, Rob had been woken by my friend Lucy who strolled into our bedroom while Rob was sleeping. Needless to say, the result on Saturday morning, afternoon and evening come to that, is in my top 3 hangovers of all time. Maria took me out for lunch for my birthday on Saturday and I could barely string a senetnce together what with the spinning room and the moving staircase down to the loo. I will spare you the photos of the night here.
On Sunday we woke to gorgeous sunshine and I took the girls down to the seafront to ride their bikes while I ran. Afterwards we had a christening of the new gas Weber, with marinated chicken, salad and Hugh Fairly-Longname's cherry tomato, new potato and haloumi kebabs.
Finally, my very own boxing gloves arrived today. Aren't they brilliant?!
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