Hurray – sunshine at last! The Boy is insisting on wearing shorts to preschool, despite it still not being that warm, I am powering through my laundry basket and we’re having picnic teas at the park thus saving me from having to cook. Lovely stuff.
More important news this week is that The Boy received his offer for a primary school place and we got first choice. Although it was never that much of a question for us, due to being in catchment, it was still a nerve-wracking experience waiting for that email. We wanted him to be in an environment he was familiar with, one with a good outdoor space, local so he’d live near his school friends – I can’t imagine how much upset it must cause a family to not receive an offer for a school that works for your family.
Now I’m spending every day explaining that ‘no, you’re not going to Big School today’. It’s a good thing that he’s excited, but it could get a little tedious over the next five months!
The allotment work is going to start ramping up now the sun’s back out. Our raspberry canes have sent up a heap of runners and I’ve donated a couple to worthy causes – friends and The Boy’s preschool. Can’t wait for our original canes to start fruiting again – nothing tastes as good as food you’ve grown yourself.
More on the sunshine thing – isn’t it bliss not having to spend hours layering the kids up in coats and woolly hats? Although now we have a whole slew of new accessories for them to play with – today The Boy dressed his sister up in a pair of his old teeny tiny sunglasses. They were both giggling away, The Girl very pleased with her new look. “Oh XXX, you look so stylish”. I nearly choked on my breakfast – it’s so funny when you hear your children parroting the things you say.
Finally I think an RIP is in order. The magnificent Victoria Wood has been a staple of my comedy line up for many years and I am a little bit heartbroken there’ll be no new material from her. She always struck me as a truly lovely person as well as a very talented and clever performer and I am now watching the ballad of Barry and Freda on repeat. Beat me on the bottom with me Woman’s Weekly indeed. Sad sad news.