I got half way through writing a post yesterday evening and then decided to watch the last episode of Kirstie’s Handmade Home and then decided to fall asleep on the sofa, so there you go. I’ve loved Kirstie’s Handmade Home and I’m really glad there’s going to be another series. I loved how she summed up the whole series last night, you don’t often see a TV presenter so obviously rather emotional about their programme’s subject matter and she really looked like she’d enjoyed everything she’d done on the programme and how she spoke about how she appreciated all the British crafts people out there, it just seemed really heartfelt.
Yesterday was a tiring day, Girl Lacer had her school trip, to the same farm she went to last year, she left telling me the highlight (or what I would have called the highlight anyway) till this morning, she saw “Mister Tumble dressed as a farmer” and I think it was the Mister Tumble as she said they were filming him, I guess a new series of Something Special is coming up. Oh if I’d been there I’d have gone all fan-girly.
Boy Lacer had playgroup in the morning, so that meant I could get on with some writing and I am really proud of myself in that playgroup mornings, to me now automatically mean writing, there is quite a lot of other things I could be doing with my only two quiet mornings a week (at the rate I’m going with my sewing for example, I’ll be making my summer clothes in November) but I’m well and truly entrenched in my current project and like I said writing on Tuesday and Thursday mornings is now automatic. Although I wasn’t actually writing this time, I was doing some more research, as my heroine is still posed to steal the sacred temple statue and I wasn’t totally happy with how she was doing it, so a couple of hours of reading later and I’ve got a new idea how to get her into the temple. It does mean that I will have to rewrite the last thousand or so words again but I’m quite excited by the new plan as I think it’s more exciting and actually more historically accurate and it involves crypts, I love crypts!
So it was a good research session bar one thing, I don’t know about any other writers out there who happen to be reading this, although I suspect it’s the same for any writer, when I’m writing or researching, I am in deep, it is no exaggeration and as poncy as it sounds, when I’m writing or researching about Ancient Egypt, I am in Ancient Egypt, same goes with any story I’m writing, be it a space ship or 17th century England, so if I get disturbed, ooh I don’t like it! And I got disturbed about halfway through by a couple of annoying texts from my sister, who thinks the way to diagnose a complex condition is via Google, so it took me a while to get back to Ancient Egypt after that. Thing is I can’t turn off / ignore phones, it could well have been school or playgroup.
After that I went to pick up Boy Lacer from playgroup and we went straight into town for some shopping. We had a M&S lunch on a bench on the main pedestrianised bit of the shopping centre and I watched semi-amused, writer’s brain going overdrive, two clowns trying to offer people passing by modelling balloons. In reality they were probably there courtesy of the council, who are into town centre entertainment in a big way, but one of the clowns, seriously, he looked like he’d escaped from the latest Batman movie, as one of the Joker’s henchmen, so this poor bloke was going up to all these mums and small children offering them a balloon and all the mums would get this look on their face and go “Argh, no thanks!” and scurry off. I don’t think I was the only one getting the Joker connection or maybe more mundanely they thought this was a new novel way of getting pick pocketed, whereas I was imagining there was some toxic mutant gas in the balloon which would leach into the little ones skin turning them into miniature Jokers!
We were just in town to get some bits and bobs, I did pop into Muji, somewhere were I rarely go ‘cos going in there makes me want to buy stuff but I wanted to get a plain exercise book for a possible idea for a birthday present (which I managed to get). There’s some beautiful stuff in there at the moment, including this lovely New York map scarf, which I had to exert great control not to buy
They also have Paris and London scarves to.
I’m having to shop for birthday present ideas now because I’ve run out of the books that I sell, suitable for 5 year olds that is, that I’ve been giving as birthday presents for months and months now. I’m not currently restocking, as the business does not currently feel that viable thanks to the recession and loosing money is too much of a risk. It’s coming up to summer fair booking season though and it’s still a bit gutting having to let go all these booking queries coming to me and seeing them go to other sellers. So, as I’ve been using my stock of books ever since Girl Lacer got to an age where she started getting invites to loads of birthday parties, it’s quite a novel experience having to shop for birthday presents (and painful on the wallet). The first birthday present happened to be for Girl Lacer’s best friend and I immediately got the line “Whatever we get for S, I have to have because me and S have to get exactly the same stuff”. I did actually cave into that, we brought S a pink pig eco torch (because “he likes pink” – he does actually, Girl Lacer even got the present gift wrapped with pink ribbon) and I brought Girl Lacer one to, principally because Girl Lacer managed to get me at a particularly weak point in my parenting will power but also because she really likes Mr. Lacer’s big torch which is so big it has the potential to break toes and it eats expensive batteries and the pink pigs were particularly cool eco torches, you pumped the torch up to charge the battery or whatever is in them and the power lasts for ages. But I’m not succumbing to the “Whatever we get for X, I have to have because me and X have to get exactly the same stuff” line again and I’ve seen some nice ‘homemade’ art set tutorials around on the web, so I’m going to have a go at making some of those, far cheaper and I think a little nicer to.
So, after shopping I had about 20 minutes to try and find Girl Lacer’s tap shorts (which I couldn’t find for the second week running, this time I had to send Girl Lacer in a pair of black leggings instead, which whilst they almost look like the tap shorts, I’m sure Girl Lacer’s rather scary dance teacher noticed and probably assumed once again, “that poor Girl Lacer, she’s got a mother who couldn’t organise a piss up in a brewery”) and then it was out to pick up Girl Lacer from school and then it was quickly back home to get her changed and then back out again to the dance class. Now since Girl Lacer’s tap and modern class has been extended by ten minutes (to forty minutes), I’ve been doing my darn best to make sure me and Boy Lacer have an excuse to go to the nearby supermarket instead of having to wait in the cold, dark church next door, but as we’d already been shopping, I had no excuse. So I came prepared (drawing paper and pencils) but even so, Boy Lacer was a complete and utter nightmare for the entire 40 minutes, he wasn’t the only one though, there were lots of little brothers and sisters also waiting and pretty much every single one of them were acting up. It’s really tough going, they’re all under 5, most of them have had busy days at playgroup or nursery and the last thing they want to do is sit in a cold, dark church for 40 minutes when they should be at home having their tea. I am counting the years until either a) Girl Lacer is old enough to go to dance class on her own or b) Boy Lacer has a Nintendo DS or whatever and I can let him play that for 40 minutes instead!
One final note, it’s currently 11.30am, so not quite lunch time and Boy Lacer’s going “What you like?” which is his way of saying he’s hungry (another favourite version is “What you making?”, when I’m either obviously not making anything or in the kitchen loading the washing machine) and I’m going “It’s not lunch time yet Boy Lacer” and he’s going “Yes it is!” mimicking exactly the same faux cheerful pitch I use on him when I want something.