Thursday, August 26, 2004

So - where did the time go? I've been sooooo busy! At work we've been having training in using html and creating websites (haven't been let loose on an unsuspecting public yet, though!) - and upgrading our skills on our computer system. At home I've been busy being PseudoSupermum, whilst also getting to grips with being a part-time postgrad and thinking Erudite Thoughts again. Haven't quite got my head around the concept of thinking myself back to the early 19th century yet.

The boys are back at school - all uniform has been altered, labelled etc - and it's almost as though summer had never been when you look outside. It's dreich, and damp. That's the end of the Scottish summer for you. Actually, I like the cooler mornings. There's a kind of wistful air about the "last days of summer", and it's rather nice.

Now to wear another of my hats - organist/choirmistress extraordinaire. Choir is back for the first rehearsal tonight. Here we go ....

Sunday, August 15, 2004

I'm going to tell you two words that shouldn't even be allowed in adjacent sentences, let alone near each other in real life. How to do this? Well, the first is "Coca Cola".

I'll continue, gingerly. You don't want to know how long it took me last Sunday lunchtime when I discovered the freezer was covered in frozen - er - well, that says it all, really. We got back from the summer fete at Aunt May's residential home, and I thought I'd just chill a can of coke in the .... oops! I nearly put the words together again. Unfortunately instead of getting it out half an hour later, I forgot until I needed something out of the freezer the next day. NEVER AGAIN. Fellow Supermums, if your offspring ever has the bright idea of freezing a can, please tell them the above tale, and beg, nay implore them not to even think about it.

Sunday lunch last weekend was somewhat delayed while I defrosted the freezer. Had to be done.

No.1 Son announced yesterday that at last he feels he's kind of "grown up". What happened? Did his voice break? Nah. Has he got his first girlfriend? No way. We just went and bought his first mobile phone, saved up for with his own cash over the past few months. He knew exactly which model he wanted, and which network. The network didn't have the model, so he chose another network and discovered - oh, yeah! - he had just saved twenty quid into the bargain. What a happy boy. Then we bought new school shoes, new trainers, and a leather wallet. (Now THAT makes me feel he's growing up - a proper wallet, not just a purse.)

On the down side - school begins in a week, and Asda had No Plimsolls. Which leaves me with two out of three boys plimsoll-less. Haven't decided how to sort that one out yet!

Wrote up a report on something that arose in my research, over the past few days. That's fine - until I look at the list of other things I undertook to follow up on. Help, I don't know where to start. Last night I was too knackered, and that's the truth!

Sunday, August 08, 2004

What a week! Went down to Norfolk after work, a week past Friday. We arrived around 1 am, and that was very quick, believe me. The reason for the visit was my niece's christening on Sunday afternoon. And all went well. She looked beautiful, behaved beautifully - only crying when the vicar sat her down on the edge of the cold stone font! - and we all had a great time. It was a lovely sunny afternoon, so everyone sat in the pub garden to eat the christening buffet - by far the best solution when nearly every child was an active little boy! Strange to think that this time next year, Jess will be running around after her cousins.

Pseudo-Supermum has a question for all those other supermums out there. Does every grandmother feel it necessary to dictate what time her grandsons should go to bed? For God's sake, they're OUR KIDS! My brother pointed this out. My sister's daughter (aged 14) said the same. "But they're in my house", decreed She Who Must Be Obeyed. So?! They went to bed when their parents told them to. Sorry and all that!

Anyway, we drove back to Scotland on Monday morning, without having any arguments or upsets. Back to work on Wednesday. Short weeks are rather nice, aren't they?

Pseudo-Supermum spent Saturday morning being a research student in the University Library, and the afternoon quietly boiling in blazing hot sunshine at Aged Auntie's residential home. They had a summer fete. We won some very nice sherry, a couple of cans of coke and cartons of juice in the raffle!

Son no.1 was grateful to get out of the outing, when he was invited to a friend's for a sleepover, and it sounds as though he had a wonderful time. And went to bed late - this evening we all went to see Garfield the Movie, and he fell asleep in the car on the way home.

No.2 son is spending a week on a kids' course at the art school starting tomorrow. He is very excited about this. Pseudo-Supermum looked at the art portfolios in the local bargain book-and-art store, but they were quite dear and rather heavy. Over the weekend, I made a red nylon carry-bag for him, which cost less than half the price and is much lighter in weight. He's proud of my effort!

Pseudo-Supermum needs to look at her notes and decide where to start with her follow-up reading. Research at the age of 21 was easier, with no distractions, but the motivation was less. This time it's a precious second chance and must not be wasted!

I have one more magnificent distraction upstairs - a new biography of Frances Hodgson Burnett, author of The Secret Garden. If it stays upstairs, I might get some more serious reading done first! There are so many demands on my time at weekends.