Ted spent half of Sunday underneath the car and is now Completely Oily as a result. The rain hasn't helped clean him at all and he's going to see Mrs Danning for a hair cut next week so I have the dilemma of do I wash him before he goes or do I not? M says, don't be ridiculous, she always gives them a bath anyway, but I think it's that old thing that women do, like cleaning your house before the house-cleaner comes....
I have my first day with the new first years later this week. I know nothing about them yet, only that the group is about fifteen strong. I've planned the first two sessions which has been an interesting exercise in itself and made me think about learning in ways I hadn't before. It's an unexpected outlet for some creativity.
M's marathon went well. 26 miles in a little over 3 hours and he wasn't hobbling about like John Wayne either. I like to run a little of the way with him towards the end. It gives me the illusion that I've actually just run a marathon myself and look remarkably fresh considering.
M took a sign that read Careful Now with him. It was a reply to his friend Richard who was going to be out on the course with one that read Down with this sort of thing (Father Ted, in case you were wondering). In the event Richard wasn't there so M held Careful Now up for my benefit as he neared the finish line. That and the fact I took off to run next to him in jeans, a coat and walking boots and with my camera banging about me probably explained the bemused look on the marshals' faces.
Next March we will head down to Devon for The Grizzly, a gnarly race along the coast that involves pebble beaches and sheer cliff faces. It's very uppy downy. A whole bunch of our mates go and we all meet up on the beach beforehand then cheer each other in at the end. There is usually weather to contend with as well as geography. Many's the time my buddy Lou and I have been forced to retreat to our favourite seafront cafe where we stare out the window at the raging howling winds, the pouring biting rain and the angry boiling seas lashing the shore while we eat cake, drink copious quantities of steaming hot chocolate with dollops of cream and catch up on news. We have, on occasion, been so snugly ensconced and so deep in
There is an eight mile version called The Cub which M is
In Other News, I have discovered the Joys of the latest craze of colouring in books for adults. Not, sadly, as risque as they sound (M was nervous of what he might see when internet searching for adult colouring-in books). These are lovely things packed full of twisty-turny naturey type patterns. I've got new pencils which turn into paints if you add water....
...and spent last night colouring in various insects in the near-dark, so this morning's results looked interesting...
I think they are a great way of encouraging folks who may not consider themselves to be artistic to enjoy creating a picture and using colour, and for those of us who can draw but who are too
I have bought some for L because he is having trouble getting to sleep. You can imagine how that spills over into everything. Apparently, it's very common at this age and is caused by the circadian rhythm which controls the release of melatonin (the hormone that lets you sleep) shifting by a few hours. I do feel sorry for teens whose body clocks are set to a pattern not shared by the rest of the world. It is extremely wearying when you can't fall asleep till 2 or 3 in the morning and then have to get up and do a full day of school the next day.
In an attempt to re-shift it back we are adhering to VERY regular bed and rise times (including and especially the weekend). You can imagine the way that has been received. It's been a wearying couple of weeks for both of us. To cheer L up I got him some chocolate, a new book and sketch pad and pencils yesterday, and to cheer myself up I got a new velvet and linen shawl.
I've had a green velvet shawl for many years. After a while it started coming apart at the seams, so this Spring with my New Found Sewing Skills I decided to bite the bullet and fix it. I took a deep breath, took it all apart, cleaned out the guff that had collected inside (no idea where all the fluff came from) and restitched it with the help of Phyllis (sewing machine in case you've forgotten). It worked!
It is lovely as a summery/ autumny type shawl, but it isn't long enough as a winter-on-the-sofa type cover. So, brainwave, I thought: I'll get another one, take both apart and stitch them together. The new one is the opposite colour of the old one which you can see below... My only worry is when the new one arrives will I balk at unpicking both and re-stitching them in case it doesn't work and I spoil two gorgeous shawls?
I'll leave you with the Goldfinch who has returned to the Garden now wintery weather is a-coming...
...and wish you all a Peaceful Week with Plenty Of Sleep,