the Years


After another cry or two and what might be considered a pep talk from BigA I got up and had my breakfast in my beautiful garden and read my book in-between moving the hose. It's been so very dry and I'm so keen for everything to flourish. The day before BigA had got a big slab to start a little area to BBQ on and I planned to lose myself in the garden for the day. The messages of love and care punctuated it. I finished my book and planted some seeds and surrounding myself with earth helped to soothe my soul. As did a rather excellent lunch of scrambled eggs made by my husband. 

On mothering Sunday I was made tea and the girls jumped on the bed to give me gifts and a beautifully written card. I got some things I'd asked for and some not, and Asher had got me a gift too, which I wasn't expecting, a fancy eye mask that I can play podcasts into. Then I got up and I got my kit on and set off for Roller Derby practice, mindful of the fact that I might - will - have to have yet another break from it to recover at some point. This will be a theme for a while, noticing what I have to pause for surgery and feeling various things about that. But so will making the most of it. But as I tried to master the backwards transitions and fell on my arse more than once I was able to forget it all and just try my best not to fall over. Once home I chatted to my wonderful mum while I made a sandwich and then I got clean and ready for another folk singing session at 33. We sang the medley we had rehearsed and I had to step in to do a lot more than I'd expected because the main singer hadn't turned up. The girls came too and it was so lovely to have the support and smiles. They said I was good and I'm choosing to believe them. We went out for a sneaky MacDonalds after, terrible I know but the girls particularly wanted to Minecraft special. 

The girls had busy weekends working for pay and busier weeks working on their subjects. The target sheets on the fridge very much helping keep their focus. Strike talks continued but happily the strike days suspended and I am reliably informed that they might now have resolved the conflict.

My week had a few things to do with my new school, a theatre trip with year 12 and a day there with year 10 helping them prep for their exams. The play was one of the best I've seen for some time. Called The Years.

Other than that it felt like a normal week for now, BigA doing some work in and out of the house, me pottering about and enjoying this last bit of silence and time as the Easter break starts. I also got to spend some time in the garden, doing bits here and there and making the most of the sun. I do love a trip to the garden center - I bought some more herbs as I fancy the idea of the smell of them and picking a bit of thyme for dinner. I tend to remember this after. I found the sunscreen too as I got a slightly pink nose after one morning. A walk with J and making food and keeping on top of the housework. 

E, BigA, m and I got to see A's final A-level performance exam this week. I was proud as her mum and her old drama teacher. She did a great job and I felt she really impressed. I hope the examiner agrees. Those of us not attending school had a lunch in the sun before and then we went to get BBQ stuff to christen our brand new BBQ, we invited the Bs and had a lovely evening, although it was fairly cold once the sun left the garden so we most of us stayed inside. I got to show off my garden a bit and still managed to stay off the booze. 

Last night BigA and I went to Os for dinner, she is lots of fun and it was great to see where she lives. I don't know how much longer she'll stay in London, she hasn't quite found what she's looking for. We had some beer interesting chats about her parents and BigAs parents lives in South Africa. I'd be keen to learn more.

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