The 52 Marvellous Makes Madness Challenge - Week 5!

Feeling quite back to normal today!  As the lovely Heather predicted no matter how much I pottered about yesterday I achieved nothing.  Should have sat on my bottom watching DVD's after all.  My Biscuits had a wonderful first day and came home very excited and full of news.  I always feel sorry for their Daddy at this point as they tell me about their day when they arrive home but by the time Hubby Biscuit comes in from work they cannae be bothered repeating themselves.  Shame!  Eldest Biscuit got all moody and teenager like by tea time, it seems you cannot be that 'up' without the come down.

So before I get back to cleaning I thought I would share with you my make for Week 5 of the 52MMM Challenge.  Youngest Biscuit is just entering his third year of Primary School and his teacher this year has never had a class of her own yet as she has just finished her probation year.  She was very excited yesterday photographing the kiddies as they lined up and during the holiday YB received a post card from her welcoming him to her class.  He was so chuffed to get a note from his new teacher as well as receiving post full stop.  She really made his day so I thought she deserved this as a wee thank you being so thoughtful...

...an apple brooch.  She loved it I am pleased to say! See below for my makes up to now and for a looksee at some other lovely peeps makes at Flickr.

I wonder what this weeks make will be?

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Week 1

Week 2

Week 3 & 4

The 52MMMC Flickr group!

It's a funny kind of day....

My Biscuits have gone back to school today and it's always a funny kind of day.  

This year, due to holidaying so late, the weeks haven't dragged so much.  I haven't wanted to lock my Biscuits in the shed at all really which is a rarity in itself, so I wasn't really wishing for the first day at all.  Yet it has come today and my Biscuits were so excited to get back, again a rarity.  Even receiving a letter yesterday to say Eldest Biscuit's expected teacher would not be returning and he would be getting a new one, didn't dampen their spirits too much (well once EB had taken himself to his duvet for a bit to deal with the disappointment!)  But I always find the first day back emotional.  Suddenly we are up, dressed, fed and out by 8.30 which is just so strange and then I am back home by 9am to a very quiet house and it feels all weird and wrong.  Don't get me wrong that 'very quiet house' will become 'peaceful' soon enough but today, today it feels...and I feel...it all feels......y'know. 

I had lots of house work planned but the quiet is freaking me out and making me want to sit and stare.  No, I do not like the first day of school.  Maybe if the sun was shining and it wasn't trying to rain my spirits would be lifted somewhat but it's not and it is, so.....

Maybe a DVD and lots of hot drinks and some crochet are called for or I'll just get a grip and get the hoover out!  A Valentine Warner DVD though.........??!!

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Easily distracted! Me? Never...........

I had great plans for this lovely winters morn.  After walking to school with my Biscuits I would, on the way back, go through the lovely park and take some photos of Snowdrops.  Oh how you would have liked that!  But (and here's the story of my life) I got blethering to one of the Mums and totally forgot until my legs had brought me back home.  "I was meant to......." that's me.  I get so easily distracted from everything especially if I get chatting.  It's something I HAVE to admit as my Biscuits openly discuss this and if wee boys of eight and six notice what their Mummy does then it must be true.

For example, today Eldest Biscuit, Billabong the Mad, is giving a presentation in front of the whole school and I comforted him ( he's a teeny bit nervous but feels capable and up for it) with the thought that many grown ups would find that intimidating and scary.  He felt it necessary to point out that I would start chatting with the audience and get distracted.  He has a point.

Every single school report in my whole school career said I talk too much.  I remember in High School, a Maths teacher moving me down the front next to the boys (way hey!) so I wouldn't talk so much.  It didn't work so he resorted to throwing chalk at me.  I got thrown out of that class for being outraged at this and arguing about the rights of Teachers to do such things.  Can you imagine the uproar, and quite right too, if a Teacher did that nowadays?  Come to think of it my mouth caused me to get thrown out of a lot of classes.  I was never abusive and I always worked hard but it didn't take much to make me laugh or say something that I thought was hilarious but the Teachers thought was cheeky.  Ladies, I'm sure you will agree a fish eye being poked out in a Biology dissection class and hitting a girl in the face, making her scream, is FUNNY. I got thrown out of that class. It was the Teacher who did this by the way.  That's what made it so funny!  I had the same Teacher for Biology as Religious Education and he was old with wobbly turkey neck (he always wore pink shirts and tweed jackets too, funny the things you remember) and one day whilst talking about Holy Communion, the body of Christ etc he somehow found himself telling us all how it gets digested - hilarious!!!! I got thrown out that day too!

Looking back it wasn't really a hardship getting thrown out over something funny.  I like funny!  

I am a little ashamed to admit because charity is supposed to be serious  particularly for Black Babies, it was always fund raising for Black Babies at Primary School, I could never get through a sponsored silence without either giggling or forgetting I was supposed to be silent, and start chatting.  I'm sure all the grown ups who sponsored me paid up in full knowledge of the truth there was NO WAY I had managed the allocated time for silence, NO WAY!!  I'm glad we all glossed over that shameful truth.
By the time I went to College and Uni the chatting in class had waned but only in lectures, couldn't say the same for tutorials and small group discussions.  Ah well!

I like to chat.  What can I say?  Always have, always will and I suppose if I miss a few things or plans have to be tweaked then so be it.  I embrace that part of me like I should, don't you think?

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A sprinkling of icing sugar!

Yesterday was a day to fill my heart as my world was sprinkled with icing sugar and I do love that sparkly sprinkling!

 

 

 

 

This is what we lovingly refer to the 'scenic route' to and from school but alas as the boys get older they like the busier child laden route where they can bump into friends but I miss the 'scenic route', it is so beautiful.  You get to feel the seasons change so easily here, from the leaves falling off the centuries old trees, the berries appearing on the holly bushes, the carpet of snowdrops through to the spring daffodils and the lush new leaves.  These pictures give the impression of boundless country fields which could not be further from the truth.  I live in a New Town made up of many, many, many, many houses and just a few less shops but my little piece happens to be built on the farm land of the 'big house' and luckily the building - Howden House- (pictured above) and it's surrounding parkland are still there for us to enjoy.  It breaks my heart that the building is slowly dying through neglect and vandalism (the repair and bringing back to former glory is on the lottery win wish list).  I have so many memories of this park and the adjoining Mews ( I think it's called Howden park Centre now); a theatre inside the old stable yard.  Of visiting as a child for bizarre puppet shows and at Christmas for the local amateur group Panto, bark rubbings in the park and snow, you know the snow like we never have anymore! There are hopes for Howden House as the Mews has just had a very expensive and lenghty re-furb which may affect the need to improve the House as you have to pass it's unsightliness to reach the Centre.  Fingers crossed!! Toes crossed painfully if it'll help!!

Yet yesterday all I could feel was the beauty of the sparkling sprinkled blanket of the icing sugar frost!

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