NotSheep

A round-up of what we’ve been doing apart from blog-theme-playing - although I’ll just quickly say that widgets are gone therefore recent posts are now working, comments still aren’t threading and I need to figure that out, the random taglines randomly work (heh) and I will make the blue a bit darker shortly.

On Thursday, as I already wrote, we’d a home-ed outing which included a “trip” in a flight simulator. Toby wasn’t very keen on the idea once the doors had closed, so I ended up feeding him to settle him. One more location to add to “the odd places I’ve breastfed” - though I think deep underground in the Marble Arch Caves is probably still first on that list

On Friday afternoons, we usually go swimming, but I wasn’t feeling up to it, so instead I dropped Barney and Henry at the pool. George could have gone too - they have to be over 8 years old to swim without an adult - but didn’t want to. Later Henry went to basketball, and later still Barney went to fencing.

On Saturday morning, Barney, George and Freddy had swimming classes; it was assessment week, but we don’t know yet if anybody is changing classes. Not that it’s going to matter much anyway, since a) Barney will be going to France, and b) the leisure centre is closing for about two years. Yes, two years. There was a big consultation recently about the modernisation of the place, but at no point did anyone mention the possibility of the option the council chose in the end: shutting it while the work is done (and why should that take two years anyway?) It’s a shock to the staff too; nobody told them this was a possibility and most of them are going to lose their jobs. The neighbouring council operates a requirement of one adult for each child under 5 and one adult for every two children under 8 in their pools, which means that if I have Toby with me, I can’t have Jack and Freddy too. So we are going to have to trek off in the other direction, to a leisure-centre which is about half an hour away - which doesn’t sound a lot until you consider that if we were to participate in the same activities there, it would mean an extra hour of driving six times a week, assuming the rest of us wait there during each activity. That’s not even counting the times I go to work out - which I can just about squeeze in now, but an hour of travel-time each time will make it impossible. I might make it once a week if I was lucky. Bah.

Rant over.

For the rest of the weekend, the boys mostly hung out, because I was in no fit state to do anything with them. We were planning to meet up with friends yesterday, but there was no way I could drag myself out of bed, never mind out of the house. Now I’m just achy and unable to swallow, but at least the fever has gone. So I supervised from the sofa while the boys did some work today, then dropped George and Freddy at the leisure-centre for their sports club and came home and put myself back to bed.