This weather just gets worse, yesterday may have been blowing arctic gales (or at least it felt like it, I’ve never been to the arctic and I’m sure it’s actually a lot worse) but at least there were blue skies. Today it’s blowing another arctic gale and you can’t see nothing but clouds, grey ones. My eczema (which now I no longer use teenage face creams) is purely a winter condition has actually returned, I haven’t had any since about January, so it’s all bleurgh.
Anyway to update you on my cucumbers (I’m sure you’re all concerned), I actually brought them in last night, here’s a photo of them all tucked up in my kitchen, please ignore my disgusting lino (you’re all going to be looking at it now arn’t you?), in our defence we didn’t lay it, it was there when we moved in and it is so badly laid down it’s impossible to keep clean.
As you may be able to tell, they are more than a little poorly. I had to stick them outside again this morning (they were right in the way of my sink and back door in my galley kitchen, besides they were getting minimal light).
We needed to brave the weather today and go into town for bread / entertainment (we’re easily amused). First stop was an early lunch, as we’d done McDs earlier this week, it was time for our other pitstop, M&S Food, for our ‘traditional’ (for us) picnic of cold cocktail sausages, cheesy bread rolls (normal bread roll for Boy Lacer), crisps, juice and mango. Way too cold obviously to eat outside, so off to the covered mall to eat inside but we got waylaid by a t-shirt colouring competition (Girl Lacer’s was quite good for a 4 year old, she did green and orange checks) and as usual with any promotional thing there was one of my mummy pet hates, freebie balloons, I hate them, but of course the kids love them. We at any one time I have at least 4 in the house, in fact during a recent tidying splurge I went round with a pin and burst all the dam things, which always lay dusty in a corner refusing to die. Of course McDonalds is the worse and of course Girl Lacer always wants one, so you’re left clutching (because always invariably the mum left carrying the darn things) the gaudy coloured balloon for the rest of the trip advertising your ‘bad mummy’ status of letting your kids eat in McDs. Today’s balloons had the advertising slogan for the clothing store organising the T-shirt competition, so not as bad but in today’s high wind, asking for trouble. Plus there’s the usual ‘wide load’ issue, I don’t know about anyone elses kids but when I take both mine out on the town I feel like we need some sort of police escort and bright flashing lights, like a wide load on the motorway, as there’s me, pushing the pushchair, then there will be Boy Lacer walking to one side of me and Girl Lacer to the other, add to that both children wielding balloons on sticks with the danger of them deliberately or undeliberately whacking passers-by it’s not surprising people take large detours to avoid us.
So anyway, fully laden with advertising material children’s balloons and our lunch, we had an indoor picnic at the mall and as usual whereas me and Boy Lacer finished within a reasonable time, Girl Lacer, as usual (this happens everytime) is so busy yak yak yakking about anything and everything is eating for about half an hour after me and Boy Lacer have finished, last time we ate out (McDs) we went into town, went straight to McDs, Boy Lacer finished way before Girl Lacer as usual, he finished eating, looked at me and went “Go home now” lol (his language is getting so good, but that’s for another post). Anyway back to today, when Girl Lacer finally finished her M&S picnic, it was off to Waitrose and then onto Wilkinsons, you see I was still concerned about my cucumbers and their garden section is quite good at the moment.
Groaning inwardly (and probably audibly) I ended up buying a mini 4 tier greenhouse, the groaning was due to the fact that once again this week I had yet another bulky thing to struggle home with but it wasn’t as bad this time as the 10kg of sand. It was assembled when we got home, with Girl Lacer’s able assistance and now hopefully my cucumbers are a little warmer.
And as for the balloons? As predicted one of the balloons did not survive; Girl Lacer’s escaped whilst we were walking home and after a nail biting moment, watching it blow across the main road and then back across to our side of the road, blew into someone’s front garden and burst, there were tears, but not from me.