... Tuesday is the new Friday...
Kai's Leaver's Assembly went very well, with various Year 6 sprogs standing up to read aloud their funniest or most embarrassing events at school, or the teachers' most memorable occasions: they sang a medley (well, three, does that constitute a medley?) of Beatles songs... I know the middle one was
When I'm 64, and they ended with
Yesterday, but the first one escapes me... then the leavers (to the cheers of the school, which was so cute) were each presented with a lovely little compact Geddes and Grosset Dictionary and Thesaurus, dated and signed with their names, courtesy of the Friends of St Anne's!
(The photo is of the main entrance. It's a lovely building, light and airy inside, and the main hall has an incredibly high ceiling with two large fans: I sat under one of them for the assembly and can vouch for their efficiency.)
But it was hot, over 30°: the hill seemed never-ending both there and back (and I
had to have a second shower on our return).
Even the girls couldn't bestir themselves out of the gentle breeze on the landing - and poor Quyn is really suffering, even though I've clipped off as much of his fur as he'll allow me to (he's asleep out in the garden right now: I have the doors wide open, much to the kits' puzzlement. They feel obliged to go out, since they can, but it's dark out there...)
We came back via
Phœnix, where Kai decided he wanted to rent
National Treasure again (crap film: I left him to it and went up for a nap - of which more in a mo...) and we also picked up
Howl's Moving Castle. I'm not sure if it's just in American, or also in Japanese with subtitles, but we'll find out tomorrow.
So... <sleep-deprived curmudgeonliness> Nap? What nap? It's summer, it's hot, all the windows are open. It's predictable really. First there was the drilling. Not entirely sure where it was coming from, but I could swear someone was trying to drill a well in their living room. Then there's the spotty oiks who seem, inexplicably, to think it's sooo
kewl to race up and down the road on mammoth-wasp-powered scooters. And a note to those who insist on driving down supposedly quiet suburban roads with their car windows wide open and music blasting out - you are both highly inconsiderate and entirely lacking in musical taste. I do not wish to listen to your ill-chosen cacophony, so either switch it off or
close the bloody windows. Save it until you're on busy city roads or the motorway, where no-one will notice.
And someone somewhere has obviously spread their delivery of horse-manure over the rosebeds and left it to ripen in the sun. Smell of the country, noise of the city. Lovely.</sleep-deprived curmudgeonliness>
And yes, I do admit it's unreasonable of me to expect - or even hope - that it's going to be quiet between 7 and 8 pm. And the noise did die right down come 8 - too late for me to sleep though. Very annoying. I mean, think of all the wit and wisdom the world will be missing if I'm too tired to write!</self-mockery>
This hefty fellow was in Roeg's Pool earlier. I thought he was just relaxing after a hard day's relaxing, but Kai was sure he was dead - and tried to prove it by poking frog with a blade of grass. And when it didn't move, I suggested we lift it out. Whereupon it very grumpily wriggled off Kai's plastic spade and moved to another clump of weed... I'll go with my gut feeling next time.
I've found the time to read the first three chapters of
Stormbreaker - and what d'you know, it's a Marty-Stu! A cheerfully self-confessed Marty-Stu, however, which somehow makes it forgivable. Personally I find the choppy sentences irritating, and so far there's precious little depth to any of the characters, but then, I'm hardly the target audience! As a rollicking fantasy for
adolescents pubescents prepubescents youngsters it obviously works: Kai ripped through
Scorpia and is now gobbling up
Ark Angel... I still think it would be a fun film to see, GoodTwin, if you and Adrian fancy it. If not, we'll go here.
Hm. It's probably time to close up the doors, before the fluttering of the incoming moths hides the light completely. It was supposed to rain tonight/tomorrow morning: it hasn't yet, but I'm still hopeful - it's deliciously cool outside now.
It's Tuesday - but it feels like Friday. We don't have to be up early tomorrow (well, actually we do, because 'our' carpenter is coming again), but there's no school now until the end of August. Then it's all the excitement of John Cabot!
Back to the loom. With a glass of Hock to celebrate making it through Junior School...
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Joules *Dances with Haddock* Taylor
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