This half-term there was a lot to get done – which was not helped at all by the fact that by the end of the week I had got a cold. Not a bad one, but one of those that make you to feel rubbish and shiver at least for one day. Irritatingly, I do not seem to get fever. Just everything hurts and the aching throat turns slowly in five days into a runny nose.
The work life required updating and Archaeologist Husband was entertaining Number One Son on Wednesday, so I got things forward and covered for the travelling Monday. Their achievement was a very tasty gingerbread Piggy castle. At work everything is little bit in a phase, but there is some hope that I do not fail totally any of the things I have to do before my contract comes to an end (any doubt about that reality seems now blown away, so Archaeologist Husband is starting to smile widely again, since his wife should be landing home - and share housework duties).
The Number One Son’s Birthday project is in a phase where the invitations have been partly send out and the remaining paper ones should go out when the school restarts. The trip to the venue resulted with a pleasurable play hour for Number One Son on a day when it was raining heavily. We also did a trip to Cambridge in a warm sunshine, and Number One Son both got to see the dinosaurs and ate an ice cream. It was the Pancake Day, so we had to head home early, but not before I had made a visit to the McDonald Institute to prepare to return to the Nepi publications. On return we got our pancakes - that I would have never managed to do myself.
But it was not only about the work or the trips or the playdate on Friday. No, it was also a trip to the hearing test, since Number One Son had failed one sound. His ear hearing has now been tested three times to be excellent, so we can be pretty relaxed about these tests in the future. The children just get sometimes distracted, and verbally present something in a group of children is not Number One Son’s current forte.
It was also time to get the school uniform up to date. The trousers started to look very short indeed. Number One Son had grown 5 centimetres in a couple of weeks, so urgent action was needed. Similarly, he needed trainers or similar everyday out-of-school shoes. All items were bought. But why, oh, why we always seem to come out of the shop with something extra with Angry Birds on it!