things keep getting blown over. i've given up on the swinging bench, and had to spend a considerable time half way down the street retrieving the contents of my paper recycling bin. Bear in mind it contained a lot of ripped up Christian Aid envelopes and you can imagine what an activity that was. There was a piece of cardboard in it too large and without the lid shutting it was easy to blow over. Lesson learned.
I sometimes wonder if the radio is trying to communicate with me. On both the way to and from my boyfriend's flat there was the song "when the going gets tough." The going feels tough at the moment. I'd been holding onto some positive outcomes from recent difficulties, but 3 of the 4 hopefulnesses haven't come to fruition. Which still leaves one of course - I'm ever the optimist. But for now I feel a bit lacking in hope. I'm glad I have a day with my boy - we're off to meet up with my parents for lunch out. Then back to try and complete the homework project. The chicken wire part is complete. The papier mache isn't.
We played Fischy music both there and back. Whenever I hear my kids singing their songs I feel proud that there is at least one part of my parenting that I did well, introducing them to Fischy music. It did me good too :) As did a rather lovely vegetarian pate lunch. Nom nom.
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