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Been a busy busy week and at so many points I found myself thinking “I must blog about today” and then it was late and I was tired and thought “I will do it tomorrow”
Well tomorrow never comes does it?
So, my last few days:
Friday:
We all accidentally got very tiddled. Which happens when you drink three bottled beers with a 9%ABV and add a glass of mead somewhere in the mix. Whoops. It was fun, and Momma and I chewed the fat, put the world to rights and ganged up on the hus-creature a little poor boy!
Saturday:
Momma and I were going to go to the pub for a drink, but both of us were feeling tired. (This is not a euphemism, amazingly I was not hungover!)
So instead, momma kindly volunteered to stay in with the (asleep) sproglets and we went to the cinema.
Where we had a (really not good*) meal at the bar-which-pretends-to-be-a-restaurant and saw BLACK PANTHER!!!
And if you have not yet been to see this masterpiece GO NOW. No, seriously, I’ll wait right here.
We didn’t get home til gone midnight, but mom had opted for an early night anyway so it was all good.
Apart from TT having a poop accident in her pants but one just isn’t worth fretting over.
*We sent back our nachos. It really was that bad 🙀
Sunday:
This was another quietish day, but #1 Son wanted a haircut.
Well, we felt that it was more than a little hard to tame, so for once we gentlyencouraged a cutting of hair
But there is only one barber in the whole of Melrose who is open on Sundays, so off we trotted.
And, rather unsurprisingly, it was very busy. We wanted to give the poor Mothership a break from her beloved grandchildren so we decided to take them both with us.
On the way out, #1 Son somehow caught a splinter in his finger 🤭 so daddy took him back upstairs to remove it whilst I stayed outside with TT – we had just gotten her strapped into the stroller and letting her out again was a nightmare I just did not want to deal with!
He was extremely brave – daddy managed to get half of it out with tweezers, but the bastarding thing snapped halfway out. So then enter the very experienced Nanny (the Mothership) with a sterile needle. And she got it out! And as he was so brave we decided that, regardless of cold, we would take him for an ice cream after the hair cut.
To try and limit the boredom factor for the kids, and to get more errands done, I sat with #1 Son in the barber’s whilst daddy took TT to the pharmacy to pick up my prescriptions
We actually had to pay a deductible this time – one whole quarter
Sadly we were nowhere near the chair by the time they were done. Fortunately we had the foresight to pack both tablets, so the kids were mostly contained, but it was still rather hair-raising*.
There was one cute moment though. There were a pair of brothers roughly of an age with #1 Son and TT, and, since there were only two barbers on shift, one decided to wait for his colleague to finish with his current client and not seat someone else in his chair so that both boys could be done together.
As a parent with two bored and fractious children this was slightly frustrating, but also wonderful to see from a customer service perspective.
Well we did eventually get to the chair, and for a kid with sensory issues he handled it like a total trooper 😍😊
It was a full scissor cut with a slight buzzing of the nape – and since he hates the clippers this was amazing.
It has been four days since the cut though, and it is already growing back enough to start spiking up at the back sigh. The perils of thick wavy hair I guess.
*Pun not intended 😂🤣
Monday:
Not much of note to report beyond being four weeks post op and doing reasonably well. As long as I don’t overdo it too much I’m pretty okay. I did ensure that I renewed my ibuprofen scrip because I could!I’ve been doing some regular driving practice and tonight we went via the mall. Ostensibly to give me some more lengthy practice on a different route, but we also planned to pop in to their pet store to get some cat food, as we are running low on her majesty’s dry feed.
Big Mistake. For, you see, not only was it a very small store designed only for dogs; but they were also selling dogs. Or puppies rather. Stored in large aquarium style tanks.
Not going to deny, as a Brit this shocked and appalled me. I mean, they seemed happy enough but still…
It made me sad. So I went and did a little shopping in Newbury Comics and had a happy again. Game of Thrones t-shirts? Check! Game of Thrones socks? Check!
Right this is already stupidly long so I shall continue it in another entry!
