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Date: 01 January 1970 00:59:59
A little perplexed this morning.
Not a very good night, really... woke at about 1.30am with the thought that I had brought all the bags and boxes of Christmas decorations from the attic into the bedroom. Was the nocturnal nibbler still inside???
Made a fatal mistake this morning. Asked the Smudgelets to get ready for swimming and to put their church clothes in a bag ready for afterwards. I really should have known better. After all, we have only been following this routine for a year now, not long enough for two boys really to get the hang of it.
Meanwhile I get on and prepare the veg for Sunday lunch, as arranged last night with my father. A mountain of carrots and potatoes and beans later, I run them round to his place next door, together with a casserole full of chicken, for him to cook after church.. only to find he's totally forgotten the arrangement and is busy preparing the veg!!!! Hmm... hope we're hungry today!
Race back... yell at the Smudgelets to get in the car as we're running late...... and they suddenly decide they haven't got their church clothes ready - in fact one is still running round the house in just his trunks, school shoe on one foot and trainer on the other! Bleugh! Throw them into the car as they are - exclaiming that we just won't be able to go to church - to be rewarded with an hour-long tantrum from Tiddles because it's not fair. Delighted they love going to church so much, but it's a bit embarrassing to carry a kicking and screaming ten-year-old into the spectators gallery of the swimming pool. Luckily by the end of the hour's session, he'd calmed down and they got ready fast enough for them to come home and change after all.
All leap in the car and go racing off across country towards the church. Will we make it in time? Singing at the top of our voices to the now-rather-worn-out Rise and Shine tape and racing through the deserted streets, all seems well. We're held up for a moment by temporary lights where a telegraph pole seems to have been blown down in the night and the men are doing repairs. Fascinating to watch. Lights turn to green and we dash on, only to be foiled 3 minutes away from the church. Flashing lights, road block, traffic slowly negotiating three point turns - and yet another telegraph pole across the road... this time with am extremely crumpled car against it. So that's it. Home for coffee, a pile of ironing and a mammoth lunch.
Thought for the day: I love the peace and tranquility of Sundays.