Saturday, October 30, 2004

There's life out there, Jim

We had a lovely evening yesterday. It was meant to be the HE dressing up party, which I was organising along with another HEer, but we decided on Monday to cancel as there had been no interest at all. Honestly, I have to say that the people I've met through MP have generally speaking got more get up and go than most of the people I've met IRL first. It's so dispiriting sometimes. Anyway - since we weren't going ahead with the party, Tricia and her partner invited us all over in the evening, so that the two girls would still have a chance to dress up. I was slightly nervous as I although Tricia and I have met up with the girls a few times now, it has always been focused round the kids, rather than any kind of grown-up socialising, plus I was sure that T had told me at one time that she and her partner had signed the Pledge, but this was rather clearly not the case :-) Bob said he would drive, so I got decidedly merry, and embarrassed Hannah apparently by laughing like a hyena all night. T is my new best friend as she asked me if my forth-coming birthday was my 40th, and was gratifyingly dumbfounded at how pleased I was to be asked that :-) T's partner is a bit of a music buff, so he all those brilliant 70s albums on vinyl, but I managed (just) not to do my own rendition of Salisbury Hill. We got home about 1am, and I took two paracetamol, a large drink of water, and slept better than I have for months, waking up all bright eyed and bushy tailed, and ready for a power walk along the beach. I need to get out more - my life has become far too serious and worthy of late.

Didn't do much during the day. I started to parcel up some eBay stuff and listed a couple more things, and Hannah did some sewing and reading, I think, and that was it.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Rather a nice day.......

I worked at home this morning, and despite the fact that there was some witty blog repartee going on, I actually got quite a lot done, in between trading insults and sharing Anglo-Saxon. Bob nipped into town to do some (ahem) errands, and Hannah was so tired she decided to stay in bed since I was around. So she got out some ordnance survey maps, and the Guide to Munros, and practised map reading and knot tying.

When Bob came back, she wanted to do some cooking, and I've got a bit of a thing that she learns to cook proper food, as well as baking, so Bob helped her make Red Dragon Pie, which she was very pleased with. Then I had to go to Glasgow for a meeting, so Bob decided to take advantage of the fact that I would have free city centre parking and come with me. Continuing the rather eclectic approach to HE that we are embracing at the moment, he took her to a Charles Rennie Mackintosh exhibition, and they went to a jewellery making workshop.

Once I finished my meeting, I hit the shops for a bit while I waited for them to finish. I've been feeling really worn down and frumpy recently, and I've got a job interview coming up, so I thought I would look for something new to wear. Anyway, I'm standing in the changing room, looking at myself in these trousers, and thinking I still look crap, and the saleswoman said they were too big for me, and I needed at least one, and maybe two sizes smaller. And she was right. So that was nice. I have no idea if I've lost weight or not, but all the walking I'm doing (around 10k a day) must be doing something for my arse. Although not for my top half. I think a surgical solution is the only answer to that one. :-/ She also told me I should get my hair cut. And she is probably (certainly) right, but I don't know if I want to be taking sartorial advice from someone with three cms of slap and BIIIIG blonde hair.

The traffic was so heavy, we decided to keep the Dragon Pie for tomorrow, and have an early dinner in TGIF. Poor Hannah sat on the chair, and jumped up in floods of tears, with a splinter the size of a darning needle in her bum. She was so upset, and it took me 5 mins in the toilet with eyebrow tweezers and Bob's specs to get it out. However, the up side was they didn't charge for her meal. So that was worthwhile ;-) Pity it hadn't been my arse, really. That would have been bound to have been worth even more. The staff are so pleasant there, though.

We feel a bit sad though, as Hannah starts properly at her new childminder next week. It's been hard fitting my work round Bob's days off, but at the same time, I'm not sure it's any worse than clockwatching for the childminder. And he is so involved with the HE anyway, that its no big deal for him. But it really depends on my work letting me work different days every week, and I think they may run out of patience with that soon, although they have been great. Not shelling out all that cash every month has been great as well. And paid for my laptop :-) Oh well, we'll give it a couple of months till we both see if we get new jobs in our respective re-organisations, and then review it.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

The ballet was beautiful last night. And Hannah sat spellbound and silent throughout. I'd been a bit concerned as we were right in the middle of a row, with no escape, but I needn't have worried. We were sitting next to an elderly man, and he gave us a very disgusted look when we arrived and Hannah sat next to him, but by the end of the evening he was "oh, what a charming child" LOL.

Today I was at work (though I did do a quick catch up of the Puddles while I was having a late lunch). The work server won't let me in off my own blog, as blogger URLs are barred, but I can get on via the Clarke's website, and then click round from there. Fooled them :-)

Bob took Hannah hillwalking today. They went to the Arrocher Alps, and climbed the Cobbler (only a few feet short of a Munro). With the walk in, Bob reckoned an 8 mile round trip over pretty rough terrain, but she was absolutely up for it. She is so fit, that sometimes I look at her in a group of children, and think if you were asked to guess which one had been so ill, you would NEVER guess it was her. Anyway, she is flushed with success. I've put my foot down over Ben Nevis before spring, but I think they will try Ben Lomond (a proper Munro) next week. While they were out, Bob did map reading and compass skills with her, so educational as well. She's just eaten about half a kilo of pasta, and is lying in bed too excited to sleep, but too tired to move. I'm going to work at home tomorrow, so at least don't have the drive to face. Off to bed for now.

Monday, October 25, 2004

Hannah finally went to sleep at 1.30 this morning. She had wanted to sleep with me, since Bob was at work, and she yakked on and on about wind farms till I could've throttled her. Tech - thank you for that stuff, BTW - It arrived today, along with the Science book, so we've no excuse :-)

Then we had to be up early as we had an HE friend coming, and we had no food for lunch. In the end I rushed into the spar shop, bought a loaf of cheap white pap, flung on the scrotty ends of cheddar that were in the freezer for sauces, and bunged the lot in the Big George. And it went down a lot better than the stuff I usually give them, which is much healthier and requires more effort. The two grills played the Recycling Game together, and interestingly they decided to play cooperatively rather than competitively, "to have more impact on the environment" and we could here them having earnest discussions about whether disposable nappies could go in the re-cycling (where Hannah gave you an honourable mention Jax, and swung the vote on that basis), and how you would get rid of an aerosol can. So I must be able to tick something for that one. Meanwhile the two grown ups cancelled the fancy dress party we had planned for next week, which was a shame. Just no interest in it. However, Bob's work has a party, so Hannah will still get to wear the ubiquitous clown outfit.

We also haven't (yet) had the letter that LA man threatened on Friday - he said I'd get it today, though I must say, I thought it was ambitious to think anyone in local government could get a letter out on a Friday afternoon for a Monday delivery. So we still wait with baited breath. Loads of our friends are having the first of their regular "inspections" so I am happy to be on the sidelines with that one. Inspection my ass.

Bob was up in time to take Hannah to her swimming lesson, and I uploaded some more stuff to eBay. Still got mounds to go, but I think I need to stagger it a little bit. Do people have any special way of organising this - it's getting complicated already. I'm pleased about the globe though :-)

I also tried to put some photos on blogger, but it kept saying there was an HTML error, and I didn't have an opening tag, even though it was exactly the same piece of code I always use, and I just copy and paste it every time. So no photos. And that's it. My back is yarking tonight, so I am going to take two nurofen, and have an early night. Someone send me to bed if they see me wandering about in cyberspace at midnight.

Sunday, October 24, 2004

I should go to bed.

Hannah is still wandering about though, completely bright eyed and bushy tailed. Educationally, today she has:

started to learn how to use a sewing machine
spent several hours weaving
dug a massive hole in the garden in the interest of archeology - anyone got any ideas where to start with this with kids? I'm a bit at a loss, but she has been talking about it since we were at Jorvick last week.
watched UK history for about 4 hours this evening
been unfailingly pleasant to me all day :-)

And I have learned how to put stuff on ebay. Got my first 20 or so auctions started :-) I feel sadly excited by this. Tomorrow I must see if I can find a box big enough for her dolls house and furniture, and her wooden desk and chair, as I suspect ebay will be better than the local rag for both of those. Off to bed.

Slightly less fraught today, but equally knackered. Bob has been at home since he's on NS tonight, so he kindly took over the construction of the clown outfit, since I was making a crap job of. Unfortunately the sewing machine died for some reason, so he has had to use the little minature one we use for hems etc. Anyway, he has been showing Hannah how to use it (more than my nerves could stand) and the two of them seem to have had a happy enough day. I now have two rooms under some sort of control - the playroom/dining room and Hannah's bedroom. My office though is under a sea of crud. At the moment, I have 113 items in the pile for ebay. And only four cupboards to go. Charity shops all over Scotland will be closing as a consequence of me using ebay for a change. That lot will take me forever to list, and if I don't get them on by tomorrow, it will need to wait till Friday, as I don't want them ending just before my working days. I've also go a few things to put in the local paper - Hannah's two previous bikes, scooters, playhouse etc, that are too big for ebay, I think, as I couldn't post them. What do people do with big items over the parcelforce limit? I assumed I could use a courier service, but they all seem hugely (ie about £70!!!) expensive.

Saturday, October 23, 2004

Well, that went well. (sweary ranty alert.)

Don't comment unless you are going to say nice, empathetic things, otherwise I shall block you forever from my comments. Well, I'll have to ask Jax how to do it, but after that, you'll be barred...........

I've been a total PITA all day. I've shrieked at Hannah for nothing, and I've made her cry at least twice. I've just been feeling on such a short fuse, and she just seems to be asking me these mindless literal questions till I could scream. eg - I said that I would chop a couple of inches off her new dance trousers (already feeling hacked off about these as I had to buy an adult pair, with the associated VAT). Anyway, she then started to go on and on about would I be doing it with an axe. FFS, she sees me sewing all the time, and I've never used an axe yet.

And then I told her to go through her wardrobe, and try all her winter clothes on till we see what fits, and she went on and on about what did I mean by "through" her wardrobe, as it didn't have a door on the other side. And about 25 other examples. She does that a lot, and usually I just let it wash over me, but today it was driving me mad. I'm never sure if she is just trying to be a smart ass, or what, but I can't really believe she means it. And I know its sounds mean and petty, and I need to get a grip, but I just wanted to tell her to shut up, get out of my hair, and stay out till bedtime. How mean is that.

Now and again (not often as it doesn't really agree with me >:-( ), I look at some of the links people have to other HE blogs, and I just think are these women for real? It's all wall to wall serenity and 6 hours a day of school, with happy mom, willing children etc. Stepford blogs. But I bet none of them shout at their kids till they cry :-(

Just to get some peace I took Hannah swimming this evening, and made her go in by herself, while I sat and did yogic breathing on the side. And this ARSEHOLE in white linen trousers (in October, in Scotland), got into conversation with me about children. I've seen her around town at various kiddy type things, so we are sort of on nodding/smiling acquaintance. But today she was in chatty mode. You know the things - she points out her three, and asks which ones are mine - how old is she - goodness, she's tall. (although I won that round when I quoted Alison and said, yes, she's a mutant, we think). And what school does she go to? Goodness, home education (tinkly laugh), I don't think I could do that. I just feel I couldn't offer a rich tapastry to my children without the support of the school. You are SOOO brave (ie - you mad, crazy woman). But the next round went to her - have you got grown up children as well? (thanks, I obviously look 50 you smug cow). No - oh, a late baby -how lovely- did you not meet your soul mate till late in life? (This IS Scotland, did I mention. What happened to a bit of reticent Presbyterianism?) And instead of telling her to mind her own business, I get seduced into being polite, so I say something along the lines of it just not happening. (I should really have told her I used a turkey baster, that might have shut her up) And then - the piece de résistance "perhaps in this lifetime you are just not ready to open your life to children". Well, why don't you just jump into the deep end with a brick round your ankles you stupid, fertile BITCH?? But deep down a part of me feels stricken, and I wonder how I could long for more children, when I can't even be pleasant to the one I have. And I look at other women doing wonderful things with three or four, and I feel a right bloody failure. And OK, I work outside the home as well, in a really pressured environment, so it's not like I'm floating around doing SFA, and if I'm not working Bob is, so I hardly ever see him, but it's hardly the same.

Hannah has just joined me in the screaming stakes (nice role model I'm providing), and shouted that she doesn't know what's wrong with me just now, but she's fed up with it, and she's going to bed to get some peace from me, and please don't bother coming to see me till you're ready to say sorry. Oh well - I guess at least I've raised a kid that can name her feelings :-/

Friday, October 22, 2004

Nicer evening

Well, after I'd f'd and blinded my way around the house for an hour, the fuse box tripped and all the lights went out. Phew - didn't realise I was THAT angry. By the time I'd crawled around the mess I've created in the dark to find a torch to fix it, I had to rush to get to Hannah's drama performance on time. She's been at drama school all week, and the performance this evening was The Witches. I was so proud of her.She had quite a lot of lines, and remembered them all, and she sort of acted as well, rather than just standing saying them. So definitely a proud mummy moment. Bob was working, so he missed it, unfortunately. On the way hom, we picked up pizzas from Pizza Hut, and Hannah had hers in bed, she was so tired. She's been up for a 9am start all week, and today she was out at 8.30am, and not home again till 8.30pm. I'm certainly not consitutionally up for school - early starts and packed lunches every day were a bit much.

There is still chaos everywhere, and I can hardly get into my office for the vast eBay pile. I've signed up for turbo lister, and re-charged the camera, so that I can go for it over the weekend.

Does anyone else have the tall Billy bookcases for IKEA? Or indeed any tall, cheap (ie not solid hardwood) bookcases. And if so, have you fixed them to the wall? My mother (worrier extraordinaire), tells me that they will topple over, hit someone, and kill them. It is possible to shake them, but I think it would be fairly hard to actually topple them now they are full. It's just that the things they provide don't actually reach the wall, from the bookcase, as we can't get them close enough because of the skirting board. Plus I'm not sure that they won't get moved again in three months, and I don't really want to drill massive holes into our newly decorated walls. What do you all think? Is it hugely irresponsible and dangerous not to have them attached?

Phuck!!.....

......Not sure if blogger lets you say what I REALLY want to say.

Just had a phone call "This is XXX council here, education department. It's come to our attention that your daughter, doesn't appear to be registered in any of our schools. We need to know which school she is at"

I was *very* pleasant, but basically, I told them that I wasn't sure why he would need that particular piece of information, as I understood that my choice of schooling was completely up to me. I wasn't using a state school in the area, so surely that was all they needed to know. He got a bit argumentative, and I sort of gently suggested that I understood that the council had a legal obligation to offer schools in the locality, but that I had no legal obligation to use them, and that I could choose to go anywhere I wanted, that would have me. At that point he backtracked, and said it was about child protection. So I asked if someone had made a complaint (in a very concerned voice), and he said absolutely not, but that "they preferred" to know exactly where each child was, and he was sure I understood that was for my protection, as well as Hannah's. I just played the dumb lassie, and said that I was really uncomfortable about discussing where my daughter was over the telephone to a cold caller, and I was sure *he* would understand that I also had worries about child protection in that instance. So he asked if I was refusing to tell him, and I said that I wouldn't have put it like that, but yes, I wasn't going to give him any more information over the phone, and that perhaps he should write to me detailing his concerns, and the reasons for them, and that I would then provide him with whatever information was required by law. Of course, you get caught, because someone calls, and says "Mrs XXXX?" and you don't immediately think to say "they moved away last year". This is all we need as Hannah has already stated quite categorically that she is NOT meeting an inspector, and that she does NOT want anyone to see her work. Which is her absolute right, and we are both willing to stick to that, but it doesn't make it pleasant, as the councils here are bloody awful sometimes.

Thursday, October 21, 2004

Managed to create chaos all around me today, for some reason. I've got a humungous pile of stuff for ebay, so I've just got to get that all on over the next few days, after I track down the packaging and the instructions for everything. Also found that a couple of winter weight pinafore dresses I bought for Hannah in the spring sales, when they were far too big for her, are now too small. :-( So that was a good buy.

Kids everywhere as it's half term. Weather crap. MUST get rid of all the baby stuff out of the loft this time, before it does my head in completely.

And did you know - alongside the pg testing kits, the ovulation predictor kits, and the persona pee stiicks, you can now buy a kit to tell you if you are perimenopausal. Bloody pee sticks have haunted me all my life, and I STILL haven't got rid of them for good. ****!. They'll still be extracting £15 a month from me when I'm 70 at this rate. I'm going to bed.
calling ebay princesses :-)

Rather disturbed to find that my new storage solutions from IKEA are still not touching the problem. :-( So I'm having a clear out before I go mad. There is a load of stuff that is just going to the charity shop, as it's worth is a lot less than its postage costs, but there is other stuff I'm going to try and flog. I'm fine with all the books, videos etc that can just take their chance for what I can get, but there are things I'm really not prepared to sell for nothing. But I'm really new at this (selling, unfortunately not buying), and I'm not sure where to set reserve prices, or whether I should actually set the starting price higher instead. Eg, I've got a GeoSafari Talking Globe, as new, with it's original box. Any clues at where to set a reserve? Or should I just start bidding at say, £15, with no reserve. Or would that mean no one would bid?? All views in the usual place, please :-)

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Learning to read

This is probably one area of our home ed experience where I've been a bit of an orgo-planner, albeit with sloppy tendencies ;-) Several people have asked me about my experience of helping a dyslexic child to read, and Kirsty wanted some Jolly Phonics info, so I thought I would write this up. With thanks to Hannah for teaching me all I know about this, and for helping me find a patience I didn't know I possessed. She says its OK to tell other people what we did. I'm proud of you, sweetheart :-)

Hannah was a little bright spark, and loved books from when she was months old. Sometime before her third birthday, she worked out that the print was different from the pictures, and used to point to it saying "what's that?" Before she was four, she was demanding to learn to read. As she lived in a house surrounded by books, and was read to for hours every day, I didn't anticipate any problems. I just assumed she would learn by the osmosis method. I was vaguely surprised when she didn't pick it up, but she wasn't yet even school age, having missed the four year old entry by a few days, so I thought that anything she did pick up in the year before school would be a bonus. By the following year, we had decided she wasn't going to school anyway, but I was slightly more concerned that her little friends, one only 17 days older than her, had finished P1, and was reading quite fluently, while Hannah wasn't making any progress, despite her daily cries of wanting to be able to read. She was also starting to complain that the print on a page jiggled about, turned itself upside down, slide over the page, and made her feel sick to look at. A dyslexic screening test (they don't do diagnostic tests till at least 7), showed that she had strong dyslexic traits, and I decided that I was going to have to be rather more proactive. I was also slightly freaked out by the realisation that her dad also seemed to have most of these traits, and remembered reading and writing as a major trial.

We looked at 100 Easy Lessons (how complicated could they make it, was our response to that one), and Reading Reflex (lots of good ideas, but phonically it wasn't quite right for us, as it's an American programme, and highly prescriptive). The authors have guru status, and it was very "one true way". So we settled for Jolly Phonics. A UK system (was even piloted in Scotland), suitable for non-dyslexics as well as dyslexic children. Seemed to have been subject to a fairly robust research programme. It's now easily available in places like ELC, but even four years ago, it had to come from a school supplier.

We pushed the boat out, and bought the box (around £100, IIR). It contained two pupil videos, a facilitators video, a photocopiable facilitators guide, 7 workbooks, seven finger phonic books, stencils, two sets of jiglets, and Inky the puppet :-) All of the bits could be bought separately, but it was cheaper in the long run to buy the set. Hannah loved the videos, but the sloppy pronunciation of the consonants offended me a bit. The crucial thing in a phonics programme IMO, is that you ensure that there is no "uh" on the end of your consonants. Otherwise the simple c/a/t becomes the unrecognisable c/uh/a/t/uh. Not so important if you are doing single letters, but when it comes to blending, a nightmare.

I think my reading around this area underlined two principles for me that I tried to keep at the front of my mind:
1. The letters on the page are a pictorial representation of the sounds in our oral language. So they "stand for" a sound that the child already knows. I explained it to Hannah like this." A long time ago, people didn't bother writing things done much. They lived in small groups ad tribes, and there wasn't really the same need to write messages to each other. Stories were passed on by people telling them to each other. However, gradually they thought it would be useful to have another way, whereby the could leave messages, or record stories for each other, without them actually having to be there to tell them. So initially they used pictures, and as they didn't have paper, they scratched the pictures unto walls, or onto wax tablets, or carved them onto wood. Different parts of the world developed that idea differently, and in this part of the world, people eventually agreed that they would develop a set of symbols or sound pictures, each symbol or sound picture standing for a sound in speech. And as initially only a few people were involved, they agreed to always use the same symbol for a sound. It was like a special code, and gradually that code was shared with other people. So people knew that if they saw a certain symbol written down, then it would stand for a particular sound. If they ran a group of these together it would stand for a word. But then they ran into a problem, because they realised that actually there are 44 different sounds in English, and they had only made up 26 symbols. So rather then make more symbols (or sound pictures), they decided that they would sometimes have to add two (or even three) sound pictures together, to stand for some of the sounds. When they do that, its called a diagraph or trigraph" Now before someone jumps down my throat to say this isn't historically quite accurate, remember a) I was talking to a four year old b) she was MY four your old. Tell yours what you want :-)
2. If I was working from the principle that the written word is only a code, or a pictorial representation of the spoken word, then I needed to show her how language was constructed, before I even thought about reading. So for around three months, we didn't look at the books at all, but twice a day, every day, we would play oral phonics games. I spy is the obvious (and if I spied a whale, I told her the beginning sound was wh, not w.) After that we moved onto word endings. "I spy a thing whose name ends with.....", and word middles "I'm thinking of a furry pet, and the middle sound is aaaa. We then played the game of "how many sounds can you hear in this?" If the word was sun, I would slowly say the sounds, not quite segmenting them, but doing it slowly enough that she could hear them. And also the reverse of that "what word has the sounds s/u/n" in it? Interestingly, when Hannah finally had her diagnostic test, the EP said she was confused - while clearly she had a range of dyslexic type difficulties, she did not have the most common one - the inability to detect the sounds in words. I'm not saying for one minute that this type of intervention is necessary or appropriate for all children, but I think it is a crucial component if for whatever reason a phonics approach to reading is used.

After about three months of oral blending and segmenting, I introduced the Finger Phonic books. These are board type books, and they each cover a group of letter. In the first one, the letters s,a,t,p,i,n are taught. These six sounds will enable the child to build a fairly wide range of words. What I like about this is that it is a multi-sensory approach. The letter is written clearly, and the child can see it used indifferent positions in a range of words. There is a letter cut-out for them to trace with their finger. And finally, they learn a whole body movement associated with that sound picture. Every day, you cover one sound, the child learns the sound that the letter symbol stands for, the action associated with it, and then cuts out a pre drawn letter symbol, and sticks it in their sound book. Every day, we did one new letter, and a quick revision of the sound book. By the end of book one, we could play a range of blending and segmenting games on paper, rather than orally, and we also did silent actions, where one of us would "sound out" a word using only the actions, and the other would read it from their movements.

I tried very hard never to confuse the issue by saying to her "what does that say?" Clearly it said nothing. It was a silent mark on a page. I would say to her "what sound do WE say when we see that sound picture or symbol". Or alternatively "what sound does that symbol stand for?"
The workbooks weren't used till much later. They are the bit I think are probably least useful in the overall programme, although I think people who aren't using the JP programme, but just want something for writing practice often use them. But we left that "writing" component out at that point. I think they are intended to be used in tandem, but for Hannah it was too much, too soon. We did them at a later date, as a separate activity. She did however enjoy the writing stencils, and used the jiglets lot for blending. They were stuck on the fridge door, and every night, we'd separate them, and in the morning, she would put them back together.

I made two sets of sound cards, and we would play pairs and sound snap, or I would give her the cards for p/i/n, and asked her to arrange them into the word pin. And so on :-)

During this time, we of course continued to read to her every day, plus she had access to a vast range of books on tape. For reading, we used whatever she fancied, though I would often shorten the text, type it in Sassoon font, in a 16 pt size, and blue tac it over the existing text, so that she had reading success, by her definition.

As she got confidence, we would do paired reading, where we would sit together, and read aloud at the same time. When she wanted to try by herself, she would tap my hand, and I would stop, and then when she wanted me to come in again, she would tap again, and I would read along side her. Reading plays was successful at this point. I re-wrote some of her favourite books : Farmer Duck, Pig in the Pond, Three Bears etc, as plays, ensuring that the role she had would have easy text.

Last year we felt she needed another boost, and we worked through a programme from the dyslexia institute with her. It was the most deadly boring experience of my life. It defeats me what people think of a child's intelligence, that they can make the boring fun and exciting by the addition of a few crappy cartoons.

Anyway, that is our experience. I don't intend it as a how to guide, but hope it's helpful or interesting for someone. If I was only going to have a few items from the JP range, I would borrow the videos, if I could, and buy a set of finger phonic books. Workbooks I would manage without. I liked having the facilitators guide, but it would be possible to get by without it. I really wish I had a child who just absorbed reading. But I didn't. Hannah has learned to read by a painstaking process of learning sound by sound. She is in the minority by having that need. But it does worry me a bit when someone asks for reading help, and is met with a litany of "just read to her" and "she'll read when she is ready". For some kids its just not like that. I believe I could have read Hannah the entire library, and she would not have cracked it - she needed that step by step breakdown. For the last year, she has had a perfectly adequate level of functional literacy, but I had almost stopped hoping that she would read for pleasure. She read simply because she needed to sometimes, but if she could find another way, she would. Occasionally she would read something, but I always got the feeling it was something she tolerated. But after this last bought of reading intervention from us, she has suddenly taken off. Over the last few weeks, she has been reading two or three books a week. The breakthrough came when she tackled the new Jacqueline Wilson book "Best Friends". We were driving to York last week and she said "thank you so much for helping me to learn to read. I used to hate it, and it was so hard, but now its as easy as breathing " Brought a tear to a glass eye :-)

The next step for us is writing - Hannah has the typical disorganised dyslexic thought processes, so we are also trying to help her develop a tool box of tricks that work for her, to help her gather her thoughts together. And maybe it's only a bit of self justification, but I'm not at all sure Hannah would have been at this point had she been in school. Dyslexic children often end up with their self esteem in tatters, and a belief that they are stupid because they can't do this thing that everyone else can. She hasn't met that - she is pissed off by it sometimes, but I think she does just believe that her brain works in a slightly different way, and it's not really a big deal.





Monday, October 18, 2004

Hmm, my blog is a bit of a mess, isn't it? Not sure what the long skinny ones were about, nor the red lines, or the funny keystrokes. But hey - blogging in adversity must be worth some brownie points. There are also a few sitting on the website that didn't publish for some reason.

Anyway, got home late last night, and today Hannah is off to drama school. I took the opportunity of a few hours by myself to nip up to IKEA for some "storage solutions" aka bookshelves. However, the problem is that Hannah won't allow either her dolls pram or her kitchen to be put away/sold yet, so until they go, the dining room is going to be nothing but a mess. However, if we could at least move some of the books out of the hallway, that would help. I think. IKEA was mobbed - everyone seems to treat it as a half term day out, for some reason.

We've also got a squirrel in our loft, which is a bloody nuisance, and will need to be dealt with. I can't even leave a window open our the little blighters are into the house, and they are so destructive. This one must have got in under the eves, though - I watched it scooting in and out earlier. I lay in bed for an hour last night listening to the scrabbling, till I sweet talked Dh into going up to have a look (bit worried that it might have been a rat), and he saw it, but couldn't catch it, and he was reluctant to make a grab for it without gauntlets etc. So he is going to ask to borrow some protective gear from work today, and have another go. Meanwhile, I can hear it rampaging about, probably creating havoc. If we could be sure it was out, the best thing would probably be to find its entry point, but there is so much junk up there, it could easily just be hiding out. Yuck. Last year they dug up every single crocus bulb I planted. They say and watched me, and then just came behind me digging them up.

Friday, October 15, 2004

Stand back and dream, aging hippies :-)
 
I'm the proud owner of a beautiful pair of purple DMs (not the metallic ones, Tech, they were too hard). Bob got a pair of clogs. Hannah felt a bit left out as the size 5s were a bit loose, but the 4s were too small.  Photos to follow :-)
 
Weather wasn't so nice today, so just a lazy day otherwise.Tomorrow we'll need to get the awning down, and then only one more night after that. It's been a lovely break, and I feel quite sad that it's nearly over.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Just a quickie.
 
Apparently my blog is a mess, so sorry to all you long suffering readers ;-). I'm posting by email, and it's fine when it leaves here :-) I don't want to go onto the web to edit it, but normal service will be resumed ASAP.
 
Day didn't start well, as I got a phone call from home to say that the SWD were contacting all health visitors in the area to ask for details of any child they knew of who was being home educated, as they had a child protection remit to fulfil. So spent the morning spitting nails,  making phone calls and sending irate emails. They seem to be playing the "if you don't have anything to hide, why would you not want to let us see the child?" card. It makes me so ******** angry that they imply that unless a child is seen regularly by a professional, then that child is in some way at risk. And it never ceases to amaze me that HEers themselves also seem to regularly take that position, making it even harder for those who want the LEAs to stick strictly to the law. I'm so mad I could spit.
 
Anyway - day improved greatly with the arrival of Jax et al. Hannah and Big played well all afternoon, first in the play park and then with magic maize. Small was happy to sit for ages in the swing, and then played on the floor of the awning. They left after dinner, and Hannah went straight to bed. She seems a bit hot and miserable right now, so I hope she isn't going down with anything.
 
Her reading has suddenly taken off this holiday, and she has already read a few Jacqueline Wilson's. She is so pleased with herself, and I would never have believed that she could come this far, in such a short time. Makes all those deadly hours with her dyslexia programme seem worthwhile. Which makes it even more irritating that the SWD feels they have a right to track us down. As the odds are that at school, she would not even have been identified by now, never mind had a couple of years of reading remediation already. And certainly when I hear other stories of dyslexic kids, few of them seem to survive school with their esteem intact. Rant, mumble, moan.......
 
Off to the Jorvick Centre tomorrow, where we are meeting Kath, Tech and Jax, and then in the evening, we are picking Bob up from the station. No more Toilet Procedure for me :-D Oh, and of course, it will be lovely to see him again ;-)

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Tuesday 12 October
 
Musings of a mobile browser......How many bytes in a Kb? And are there a thousand KB in a MB? So how many bytes does that mean I'll have in 4MB??
 
Chris and Jax - left you both a message in the comments box of the earlier post. Just pathetically asking for help with the outlook settings, and also checking if we are still on for tomorrow, Jax? If so, you'd be better to multi-map the directions, rather than use the ones I gave you. Ahem. (oh good, just got your comment :-))
 
Hannah has been desperate to go rockpooling since we arrived, but the tide times haven't been quite right. But today we happened to be awake very early, so we got our wellies on, and were down at the beach by 7.30am.  We spent about 4 hours wading through rock pools, and she is delighted with her haul of shells. They mostly seem to be some sort of scallop, with the odd mussel, cockle and periwinkle, but she's very happy with them. We then staggered into the waterfront cafe to heat up, and I had the best scrambled eggs on toast I have ever had, and Hannah (oh the shame ;-)) had a chip roll. Then we accidentally wondered past the DM shop. They didn't have my size in purple, but he will have them on Friday.:-)
 
This afternoon we've seen the first rain of our holiday, so we've been quite content to snuggle up after our early start. Hannah is building an ello animal enclosure, to house the mancala animals, and I've been doing a bit of writing. I'm starting to get a very pleasant image of myself, sitting in the van in the South of France, scribbling away. Bob would only need me to say the word, and he would be right there with me. He wants to drop out even more than I do.
 
Haven't decided what to do this evening, we may just loll around.
 
 
 
 
 



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Tuesday 12 October
 
Musings of a mobile browser......How many bytes in a Kb? And are there a thousand KB in a MB? So how many bytes does that mean I'll have in 4MB??
 
Chris and Jax - left you both a message in the comments box of the earlier post. Just pathetically asking for help with the outlook settings, and also checking if we are still on for tomorrow, Jax? If so, you'd be better to multi-map the directions, rather than use the ones I gave you. Ahem. (oh good, just got your comment :-))
 
Hannah has been desperate to go rockpooling since we arrived, but the tide times haven't been quite right. But today we happened to be awake very early, so we got our wellies on, and were down at the beach by 7.30am.  We spent about 4 hours wading through rock pools, and she is delighted with her haul of shells. They mostly seem to be some sort of scallop, with the odd mussel, cockle and periwinkle, but she's very happy with them. We then staggered into the waterfront cafe to heat up, and I had the best scrambled eggs on toast I have ever had, and Hannah (oh the shame ;-)) had a chip roll. Then we accidentally wondered past the DM shop. They didn't have my size in purple, but he will have them on Friday.:-)
 
This afternoon we've seen the first rain of our holiday, so we've been quite content to snuggle up after our early start. Hannah is building an ello animal enclosure, to house the mancala animals, and I've been doing a bit of writing. I'm starting to get a very pleasant image of myself, sitting in the van in the South of France, scribbling away. Bob would only need me to say the word, and he would be right there with me. He wants to drop out even more than I do.
 
Haven't decided what to do this evening, we may just loll around.
 
 
 
 
 



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Monday, October 11, 2004

Sunday 10 October
 
I wasn't feeling so great today. I had an absolutely thumping headache, so after I'd packed the beds away, I huddled in front of the heater, and Hannah really entertained herself. She even made baked potatoes for lunch in the microwave, without being asked. Unfortunately, I hadn't explained to her that the camping one works at half the output of the one at home, so they did need redone, but otherwise a good effort :-)
 
She was missing her dad a bit yesterday, so she phoned him a couple of times, and when the other kids on the camp site went home (school tomorrow), she stayed indoors and played Reader Rabbit and Harry Potter. She has also started on her own volition a food project, so she made endless lists of food stuffs. And we've both been sketching using the Draw Write Now materials.
 
One success though - I have finally left home often enough this year, to encourage DH to decorate the dining room/play room/junk room. It had this horrid nineties paper on it, and was really hacking me off. He said the plaster was too crap for paint, but he has used an absolutely plain cream paper. Although he did have a bit of a rant about what was IN there.
 
We closed the van down early in the evening, and Hannah watched Oliver on DVD while I dozed.
 
Monday 11 October
 
Well, success at last! I finally have an orange gprs internet connection. Unfortunately, I can't get it to send through either OE or Outlook (though it will download to Outlook). With it being on contract, I'm terrified I run up a massive bill using webmail, so I'm being very circumspect about using it till I get my first bill, and I get a feel for what it is costing. But if anyone wants to tell me what I'm doing wrong, feel free :-) I probably won't reply to comments, since I don't want to be visiting blogger too often, and I'm posting to it via email. But I did get the comments downloaded from earlier :-)
 
I'm feeling much better today, so we were up and about early. I did The Toilet Procedure, and I am now wondering if I can make it last till DH arrives on Thursday evening. It's about getting the balance right, as I can't carry it after it gets more than half full. The warden told me if I had any problems, just to shout, but I don't think he would include Emptying My Chemical Toilet under that heading. Unfortunately.
 
We spent the morning in Sea Life Centre, and then went for a long cliff walk, and ended up at the other end of town, where we had hot chocolate and marshmallows, It was a bit of a route march to get Hannah back to the car, as she was shattered, but we made it.
 
She is now reading a book she bought for herself about turtles, and we are going to treat ourselves to the chip shop for dinner in a bit.



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Well, I've sort of done it, in that I've got webmail, but given that I'm terriefied about how much every mouse click is costing, I'll be saving it for work stuff. I can't get it to send or recieve through OE. Grrrr

Well, I've sort of done it.

I've now got an internet connection, but can't make it send or recieve through OE, so I'm stuck with webmail. And given I'm terrified what every mouse click may cost, I'll be keeping it for work only. So limited success......




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Thursday 7 October

Bliss - no wind. No Toilet Procedure required. A very pleasant day with Kath and her DS. The kids played at the caravan for a few hours, while Kath and I had the chance to do some serious chatting. We then had a walk in the park, and watched the surfers on the beach till Tech and her family arrived, and we all went for curry. Hannah insisted that she wouldn’t be able to eat anything, but in the end ate most of my rice, and a naan bread so she didn’t do too badly. Tech and Kath have gone back to their B+B now, and I’m enjoying browsing a load of books Kath brought for me to look at. Hannah is lying on the picnic rug outside the caravan, in her sleeping bag, looking at the stars through her binoculars. It’s lovely here, as its pretty cloudless tonight, and there is low light pollution, so she is getting a good view.

Friday 8 October

 We all met up at the beach with the intention of visiting the Historical Scarborough Millenium project. Despite it having an active website though, the project itself had been closed about 18months ago, and the spot turned into a tea room. While we all stood about trying to decide what to do, the four big kids took things into their own hands, and started to develop a game on a broad part of the pavement, based around a huge iron anchor. Clearly there was nothing to do but be totally child led, so we sat in a pavement café and let them get on with it. All very nice. When the kids had had enough of that, we moved to the sand, and the children enjoyed a couple of hours of sandcastle building, while the adults were able to sit in the sun and relax. Really hard to believe it’s October. Hannah fell in love with Tech’s ds, and her cup truly ran over when she was allowed to hold him, and then later to push his pram. I coveted Tech’s fleece sling. J

When it got too cool for the beach we suddenly realised that everyone’s stomach was telling them that lunch-time had passed about three hours previously, so we returned to our original coffee-shop for baked potatoes, before Kath had to go home.

It’s been a lovely day, and especially good to spend some un-pressured time with people, and to have a chance to talk. I’m so glad they came J . Tomorrow Tech is going to come out to the caravan for a bit before she goes home.

Saturday 9 October

After Tech left, we took ourselves off for a bit of beachcombing, and amassed a collection of sea glass, and some shells. Which meant we then needed to buy a shell identification book for a pound from the remainder book shop on the front.

 On our walk back up into town, we stumbled across a shop selling purple DMs. I lust after those boots. In fact, I even had a little cavort about in Tech's yesterday ;-) The question is, while I am clearly too old to have them, am I also too young? i.e., there comes a point where it is positively acceptable to be outrageous, and to embarrass your children. But I'm not sure if I am quite old enough for that yet. They also had a rather fetching pink pair, but Hannah had her eye on those, and I couldn't do matching clothes. That would be too horrible. I haven't seen them anywhere else except for mail order, so I may well go back before the end of the holiday. I talked myself into leaving it today, on the basis that I would only do it if we didn't spend too much money during the rest of the time away. 

 We went round by the orange shop to pick up my new phone. I'd been waiting for Bob to find an old phone from Hannah's dressing up box, and send it to me, as Orange were giving you £50 payback on some phones, if you returned an old one. So he had managed to cobble together a package of ancient massive phone, charger and instruction book. So I'll be able to keep my existing cheapo phone as a PAYG. The new one is a SPV C500, with Bluetooth, camera etc, and it cost £30 with the payback, so I thought that was a good enough deal. Chris, I took the talk 30 package and the 4M bundle that you mentioned. Incidentally, this search for a phone is not really because I can't cope for a fortnight with internet access. Honest. It's more to do with the fact that I've got a few work things coming up that I will need to have remote access for, and can't be sure that I will get a dial-up. So I thought given that I would need it within the next month, I'd be as well getting it now. Little did I know it would all prove so complicated. Having said all that I STILL can't get it too work, so it will be back to the shop again on Monday. Sigh. I have followed the instructions exactly, but they just don't seem to be complete on the CD. And having to get online to install it seems to defeat the purpose rather. Despite constant wondering about with my wifi finder, haven't come across any other access points, and the three hot spots that Scarborough claims to have are closed for the winter in two cases, and in the other, I don't feel it's the sort of place that a potential purple DM wearer would be welcome. Still the woman in the Orange shop did seem to know what she was doing, and told me if I had any trouble, to take the laptop in, and she would do it for me. generally speaking though, I've been really taken aback by the complete lack of knowledge in the phone shops. Without revisiting the CPW debacle, I've tried various others, and been told stories varying form "you can't do it - that's future technology" "It'll cost you at least £5 per email to download" "all phones do it" "no phone will do that", and the best yet "you could only do it if you were connected to a broadband connection at the same time, so that the actual gigabytes would come through the broadband cable, as the cable on your mobile wouldn't be wide enough" Ah, right.

 After all that, we bought ourselves some treats from M+S for dinner, as I couldn't be gassed cooking. We've eaten extremely healthily all week - fruit and veg coming out of our ears, really, but tonight I just wanted a bung it in the microwave meal. Hannah played with some kids at the campsite till it got dark, and then we played Mancala all evening, and she sorted her shells. It's 11pm now, so Horlicks and bed, I think :-) Hannah has already flaked out. I am so enjoying just with her just now. And she is being really helpful. In a real way, not just that way where you let them "help". She has been checking the levels in the waste water and fresh water containers without being asked, and then just taking them to fill or empty as needed. And every morning she has been preparing the fruit for the breakfast smoothies, and going to buy milk etc, just because she had noticed we need it. It feels like she has taken on responsibility for making things run smoothly as well. My baby is growing up.




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Tuesday 5 October

Hannah played in the play area for a couple of hours, while I did the Thing With The Chemical Toilet. L . It took me ten minutes to do it, but 100 minutes of psychological preparation, visualising, and strict talking too. The chemical toilet is my camping nemesis. I really hate it. There is something deeply humiliating in staggering to the disposal point with this canister that sloshes and then standing in line to empty it with other people (all old men, in my experience), and talking to each other, while everyone ignores that in their hand they are holding a container of pee. And worse. And then the thought that they might SEE what is in yours as it hurtles down the tube with some terrible built in air lock device. Plus of course, the anxiety about what all that liquid actually is on the floor. Shudder.

Returned from that sortie to another struggle putting the awning poles up again, and finally flung myself on the warden’s mercy, and begged for help. Between us, we got it fixed, and managed to turn the securing points away from the wind, so that they weren’t jumping out of their moorings on the caravan wall all the time.

I had then devised this rather good game called “find the unsecured wireless connection”. It was sold to Hannah on the basis of a treasure hunt, and we roved around Scarborough trying to find one, with our little wireless detector, but when that failed, we then stormed into the local CPW and I had another tantrum. Triggered really by this youth telling me that I would need to phone customer services. In India. At exorbitant rates for being on hold. As they no longer provided any in store support for that phone as it was obsolete. Or maybe I should pop into Glasgow with it. That’s 300 miles away, I screamed. “Oh? is it?” m’laddo replies, with a *did too much ecstasy last night* expression on his face - “where is Glasgow then - is it in Cornwall?“ Parochial OAF. Anyway, the manager rescued him from certain mutilation, and he said there was no way of telling whether or not the phone had had GPRS enabled (why was it sold to me, them???), and tried to email me a picture to test it from his on phone. And his wouldn’t send it either, never mind mine receiving it. So he emailed customer support, and I’ve to go back tomorrow to see what they say. I hate it when this happens, that the pleasure of having something is completely wrecked by the fact that the customer service is crap.L

This evening, Hannah and I have had a good time. She played Zoombinis for a bit, we made exotic smoothies, and drank them in tall glasses with umbrellas and cherries, while we played consequences. And then we made up some cloth puppets I’d brought, and wrote and performed a show with them. It’s now 10pm, and she is snuggled in her sleeping bag drawing a picture from LOTR, and listening to it again on tape.

So I’m just off to make us some hot chocolate, and then snuggle up in mine, with (whispers it and looks around furtively) the new Marion Keyes novel. Safe in the knowledge that while I may not yet have an internet connection, I am at least free from having to Do The Toilet Thing again for at least another 48 hours. And longer if I manage to keep up my strict rationing of it’s use. “You want to do WHAT in it - nope, you take that to the toilet block my dear. In it‘s (ahem) original container“. I know its dark, raining, and Ivan’s little brother is out there, but better that than mummy should have to do The Toilet Procedure too often J

Wednesday 6 October

Apart from the hellish wind (wind can drive you mad, you know), the weather is being remarkably pleasant. Although I am rather surprised by the amount of tent campers there are. Our tent always used to get it’s last outing on the September weekend, and wasn’t seen again till May Day.

Hannah is being excellent company, and is a pleasure to have around. This morning, she was up before me, and had the heating on, and had been to the site shop to get the milk before I woke up. And then while I packed the beds away for the day, she filled the fresh water, and took the grey water container to empty.

We wandered down to the beach for a while, and just made it back to the van as the weather broke, so we passed a pleasant couple of hours playing Uno, messing about on the PC and eating cheese toasties. I’ve started to show Hannah how to use some story maker software we got a while back from the dyslexia institute, but we haven’t really used up till now. It’s quite nice to be using a PC, and knowing that work won’t interrupt me with mail.

I spent another hour of the phone trying to get my GPRS problem fixed, and eventually when customers services had run out of ideas, got put through to data support. Within 5 seconds, I had the answer. This phone does not support GPRS while on a PAYG contract. Back to CPW, got a woman this time, who heard the first half of my rant out, and then said “but the phone doesn’t have a GPRS facility on PAYG. I don’t know why you were sold it”. A human bean at last. So she gave me all my money back, apologised profusely, gave me the email address of the CEO to complain to, and sent me on my way. Straight into the Orange shop.

But they also said they couldn’t do full GPRS on PAYG, and I didn’t have enough ID with me to set the contract up. So I guess it’s back to playing “spot the unsecured wireless connection”. Although for the next couple of days, we are going to have human company anyway. Kath and Tech are both arriving tomorrow, and we are so looking forward to seeing them both again J

This evening we watched Ring of Bright Water on DVD ( a bit of a theme emerging here), and Hannah once again ended up in floods of tears. Otters have been her consistent favourite in the animal stakes since we went to the Buxton camp two years ago. As an aside to all this, couldn’t raise Bob at home, and finally caught up with him on the mobile, to discover that he had gone out hill walking, and was still up a hill at Arrochar, in the dark, without a torch. So he got a major telling off as well. ;-)




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I’m going to write this in real time, in case I never get a wireless connection.

Sunday 3 October

I blame my mother really. She works on the premise that if you die on holiday, the worst outcome (apart from the fact you are dead, obviously), is that you have left a dirty house for some poor bugger to have to clean. Never mind that in this case, that poor bugger would actually BE my mother, and (I hallucinate) she might have other things on her mind than the fact that her elder daughter is a slut. So before any en famille excursion, there is a necessity for a complete spring clean, new bedding, bleach down the loos (what do you mean, you need a last minute pee - do it in a ditch on the journey, for goodness sake!!), garden weeded, car washed, fridge with all the out of date jars chucked out, the dishwasher and washing machine detergent drawer cleaned etc. I once thought I had done a complete job, and my mum told me that when she had lifted the pop-up plug in the bath, it seemed a little less than fresh, so she had cleaned it with a cotton bud for me. So while for most people I would seem to have hygiene issues, my mother fears that she has in fact bred a slut. And that is before she knows about me and…….no, I don’t know you all well enough for that ;-)

You might gather that all of this makes for a rather stressful start to any holiday, especially as Bob is of the view that if he dies, he won’t have to worry about the mess, so can bugger off out with impunity.

We reached a sort of compromise (toilets, fridge and clean bedding), and finally set off with no one speaking to anyone else. I always delude myself about how far North Yorkshire actually is, especially as we forgot that our usual direct route is unsuitable for caravans, so we had a long detour, and did indeed have to resort to many pees in a ditch. Well, not me, as I also have an issue about that, but that’s one for another day.

Arrived at the campsite around 5pm, and asked if the Portico had already arrived, and they said they had no bookings for anyone that name. (or their IRL aliases) Immediately went into paranoid meltdown that I had given Alison the wrong details, and that she (and more importantly from Hannah’s POV, all the Portico children) were in a different campsite. Didn’t know how to contact Alison, but before I allowed us to be rendered immobile by putting the awning up, we phoned round all the other campsites in the area to check if they were there.

We didn’t find them, but we did then have the fun of erecting the awning in a force 10 (well BIG, anyway - think Ivan’s little brother) gale and torrential rain.

About midnight, just as we were finally settling to sleep, text downloaded from the Portico to say they weren’t able to come. Thanks T-mobile. In your own good time. Hannah had the vapours, but I felt vaguely relieved that they weren’t on the other side of town, and would HATE ME FOREVER MORE because of gross incompetence.

Monday 4 October

Delivered Bob to station and fought the urge to mug him for his ticket, as the joys of two weeks peace and tranquillity in my own home suddenly looked very appealing. Hannah and I did then have a good afternoon though. We bought a picnic, and went to the beach, where we flew kites, looked for shells, and admired the beach huts. We even (rather educationally, I thought ;-)) talked about coastal erosion.

In the evening, I spent oh - about 8 hours - trying to set up the wireless connection. It seemed fine from the PC end, but the phone end was still impossible, and would not accept the settings for GPRS. Spent an hour on hold to the helpdesk, to find at the end of it that I had been charged £9 for a 60 sec interchange, where someone in a call centre in India gave me the wrong information.

I then foolishly allowed Hannah to watch Lassie on DVD, cue about an hour of hysterical crying. And that was only me. I grew up with a Lassie type dog. Well, mine was called (cringe) Laddie, and he did have rather a penchant for leaping on any passing leg, animate or otherwise, but I loved him passionately. And he needed a lot of exercise, so always provided a good excuse for going out, so that I could meet boys, when I should have been at home amo, amas, amatting in a rather more intellectual manor. After him we did the sublime to ridiculous thing, and had a Yorkshire terrier, who was really my sister’s dog. And just like Laddie providing me with my alibi for walking the streets at all hours, the little dog met her needs for company by not wanting exercise at all, and being content to sit on her bed for large chunks of the day, and being a lapdog.

In the storm during the night, had to get up four times an re-secure the awning, which was in danger of a solo trip to the North Pole. How many days till we go home?




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Friday, October 01, 2004

1 October - how did that happen?

Been lying awake half the night, so finally decided I couldn't bear it a minute longer. Seem to have a massive list of "must be dones" before I can get away. Unfortunatly nothing I can leave, as the list includes washing and drying clothes, packing bedding, packing van etc etc. Hannah is suddenly having a wobbly at the thought of not seeing her Dad for two weeks, and he, I suspect, can't wait to wave us off :-)

I'm going to pop into the Doctor's with Hannah this morning, just to set my mind at rest, unless it turns out she has made a miraculous recovery overnight. In the end she didn't get up at all yesterday, and shouted for me twice during the night to walk her to the toilet as she felt too dizzy. Although that aside, she's fine. I broke open a DVD of Annie that I had been keeping for Xmas last night, and she watched that in bed (on the new laptop:-)), with great hilarity. She also seemed to eat well enough, so maybe she just needed a duvet day. I know the feeling.

Right, must get going. If the GPRS works, I'll be in touch - otherwise, back in two weeks :-)