I have just come back in from nearly 3 hours of playing taxis and gone straight for the kettle and the biscuit tin. Actually I tell a lie: I went to the biscuit tin first. I proceeded to scoff, in the space of barely five minutes, four McVities digestives (plain), the last Pink Panther finger wafer (actually it was the cheap version from Morrisons) and the last Maryland chocolate chip cookie (Buy One Get One Free). G came along five minutes too late, peered into the tin (now little more than an offering for the bird table), disappointment radiating from the back of her dishevelled blond head, and said, with the best tinge of hope in her voice she could muster and a wry smile for a 7-year old, ‘Can I have cheesy bix and peanuts please?’ (A favourite mix in our house, you should try it.) ‘No’, I say, meanly, through a mouthful of biscuit, ‘we’ve run out of peanuts anyway’. The dear little poppet sighed and picked up one of the last digestives languishing amongst the crumbs.
Now, my mother, when I came in from a long day at school, made me a cup of tea and a slice of toast, regular as clockwork, before I went off to play or do my homework. It was the most marvellous ritual and one which I frequently refer to when harking back to my own childhood and its maternal embrace. I claim that this (along with my mixed education) was fundamental to the grounded [laughter off stage left] character that I am today. Obviously hasn’t helped me with my own maternal embrace. I then proceeded to go into my study and boot G and L off my computer where they were happily watching the webcam from the village school nesting box. For my sins (and my six biscuits) I now feel slightly sick in the way that you always do when you need a sugar fix and then completely overdo it. Even as you stuff, you know that this will be the inevitable result, but until it actually happens it remains a distant reality and one not to concern yourself with for the moment. Well, the moment’s arrived.
Anyway, that’s my problem, so why not go and get yourself a nice cup of tea too and sit down and have a look at a bird being rather more maternal than I am right now by clicking here to see the nesting box and others in Derbyshire too. It’s a nice gentle activity to do at the end of the day. Help you wind down, eh.
Talking of nests, my eldest has taken her first little tumble out of it this weekend. She’s off on her first weekend away with school on a Year 4 trip to an adventure centre. I spent most of yesterday naming everything on the ridiculously long list of things that had to be squeezed into the sort of size bag that your average 9 year old could actually carry. I resorted to the executive trolley dolly look in the end as this was the only viable option. Not very adventure trip, but hey. As I sit here sipping my tea, I’m wondering what she’s up to right now and thinking how it really doesn’t seem THAT long ago that I was off on my own school trips to canoe in Ross-on-Wye. My love of canoeing still stems from shooting the rapids on the Wye with my schoolmates. Then there were the PGL trips in the Brecon Beacons with my mate Kevin. Here I loved the ‘wide game’ (where you’d all go and hide on a bracken coated hillside, crawling through the earthy green undergrowth to try and get to the ‘home’ post without being ambushed and the piece of loo paper on your wrist being torn off by the enemy) and telling an unsuspecting Spanish boy to spread a ludicrous amount of Marmite on his toast at breakfast. Ah yes, those were the days. Now my own daughter is off doing them and I’m stuck looking at a bird webcam. My, oh my, it’s not just birds that fly, but time too…
Talking of which, I’m about to be late again. Meant to be down the pub meeting friends before heading off to the local Italian as a treat for my two other little chicks. Maybe I’m not such a mean old mother after all.
As I finished that sentence G came in and commented on my perfume: 'I feel sick sometimes when I smell that smell' Great! Well, I still feel sick anyway, so we might as well all feel sick together.
PS: and if the bird cam (above) is too riveting for you, click here for another weird view of our world today (and pink wafer biscuits)