Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Taking odd socks to the next level

I don't consider myself to be an absent minded person. Quite the opposite really if you ask me! If you ask my better half you might get a different answer.

Couple of weeks ago I found myself guilty of a serious absent minded error. I wore odd shoes. For pretty much all of the day and without realising what I had done until I was about to head home from work. Oopsy-daisy!

I've always wondered how you could do* that and now I know. It is extremely easy. All you need to do is to try to get a six year old, whose sense of urgency and punctuality is different than yours, out of the house on time in a morning when you've got thousand one one things to do AND have shoes pared up incorrectly in the hall. You pick up the first shoe, put it on, turn around to hurry the said six year old who is doodling on the steps, pick up the other shoe whilst lecturing him on how important it is not to be late and put the shoe in without looking. Voila - very easily done.

What I don't however understand is how I managed to make it all the way to the end of the day before I noticed it. I wish I could say that I was conducting some ethnographic social experiment to see people's reactions to wearing odd shoes but no such luck. Anyway, it wouldn't have been very interesting study as no one even commented on my odd footwear. (Maybe I should have been wearing a boot and a sandal to get some comments.) Everyone was either too polite or didn't notice. I am hoping the latter!

My sisters, especially my shoe loving sister couldn't believe I had done it. Not that I could believe myself that I had done it! There is a silver lining in all this - beyond the amount of laughter others have had because of this - if I ever have to play the game of three truth and a lie this will definitely be one of my truths.

*In Rilla of Ingleside - one of my favourite childhood books has an amusing account of odd shoes but I never thought it could happen in real life

Friday, April 04, 2014

World book day vintage 2014

The world book day has been and gone again. After last year's 11th hour realisation that a costume was needed the following day I was determined to be more organised this year. And I was. By about six hours. But even small progress is progress. If I was a politician I am sure it would be 'a significant change in the right direction'!

Last year, young sir was not really that bothered whether he dressed up or not. This year adamantly wanted to dress up. Not only he wanted to dress up, he wanted to be Robin Hood, inspired by one of his current favourite books. No pressure then.

I did try to escape making a costume by suggesting he'd dress up as Tatu and Patu - funny Finnish kid's books with the main characters walking around wearing goggles and stripy tops. No luck. It was Robin Hood or Robin Hood.

We had a bow from daddy's childhood days so all we needed was a costume and some arrows. My suggestion of using bright green fleece fabric for the suit was duly rejected. We rummaged through my fabric store and young sir spotted a sage green pair of old trousers that were waiting to be cut up for a braided rug and decided that it was a much better colour.

Half an hour or so and we'd managed to t be transform to old trouser legs into a passable Robin Hood outfit - complete with a hood. I proably would be laughed out of the great British sewing bee  for my seems but thankfully the quality requirements for year one costume aren't as demanding as that.

I was going to be mean and send him into school without any arrows but what is Robin Hood without arrows - so I ended up making some with kebab sticks, cardboard and feathers - I'm sure that would have been worthy of Blue Peter Badge for it's ingenuity. Young sir was pleased as punch with his arrows and no one got skewered in the course of the day so all was well.

I haven't mentioned any hobby horses for a while so here's one, just to prove that they are not wearing costumes of characters for books they've never even read - there were about five Harry Potters in young sir's class...surely the point of world book day is to encourage kids to read and aged six anything more than couple of sentences per page is beyond most of them. And I doubt that there are many parents out there who read Harry Potter as a bedtime story to that age group. Phew, that feels much better.

PS. I am contemplating putting a reminder on my phone for next year's world book day but that would be far too organised...

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

My new love...


I commute to work couple of times a week. I drop young sir to school and toodle down the A19 to Stockton. Good run takes about 45-50 minutes. Bad run, long is a piece of string?

My favourite day for spending a best part of an hour in a car is Tuesday. I have discovered that I love The Life Scientific on radio four. A lot. With Passion. Did I say how much I like it? Half an hour to listening to geeks scientists getting excited about what they have done, an absolute bliss to listen to :) I usually don't know much of the topic they are talking about but I love it anyway. It's the passion the interviewees have for their subject and how they make it to come alive that makes it for me.

Before I get to work I usually have time to listen to One to One, 15 minute in depth interview with a different guest each week. Today's guest had me in tears recounting a touching story of how her son with a genetic condition had reacted joyfully to the news that his new baby brother had the same condition. Another week they interviewed a lady from Afghanistan who rescues girls from forced marriages, a real eye opener!

If I didn't have lovely family waiting for me at home I would commute home half an hour later so that I would catch the comedy programmes on at 6.30. But as I would rather spend time with them than laugh loud out alone in a car to a radio programme I have the excitement of the PM and Six o'clock news. It's occasionally amusing but slightly on the dull side but at least I'll be knowledgeable on the current affairs.

Just before the news at 6 they play the sound of the day - a recording of a random sound thunder at listeners have sent in. There's been the sound of lego box being rummaged through, lambs bleating, thunder storm.

Maybe it's a sign of maturity...hmmm....or maybe not...but I actually really, really enjoy listening to radio. My contribution to many conversations used to be and still is  'I read about it in x' now I can say 'I heard about it on radio' :)