Random Texts? Joy

Now, ever since I started using my mobile (a thousand years ago now it seems) the odd text would always go astray.  This past week however I’ve had more texts go astray than ever.  And other people’s texts are going astray too.  Yay.  Hasn't resulted in any major problems though.  I’m not important enough. 

Now, I’m trying to force myself to write more.  I haven’t done much for ages, and though I could put it down to the hecticness of summer holidays, it probably has nothing to do with that really.  To put it bluntly, there were things I wanted to do more.  Like reading.  I’ve spent far too much on books recently.  And on school uniform too incidentally.  And speaking of school, The Child starts on Monday afternoon.  I’m both relieved and a bit something.  I’ll be so glad when this holiday’s over, as The Child is bloody hard work.  But at the same time, I’m not sure I want her to grow up quite so fast. 

I really need to get out into the big wide world so that I have more to say here instead of wittering on about myself all the time.  Oh well.

Well That Explains That Then

The grim weather.  The colds.  It’s official when the trees decide to go brown.  I guess autumn’s here early.  My parents and me took The Child to York today, just for a change of scenery, and the opportunity to take The Child on the city walls now that she’s developed a fondness for old ruins.  Of course, there isn’t lots of green or ruins that she run and climb on, but still.  Anyhow, what should we see on the way there, and while we were there other than loads of trees with brown leaves.  They might not be falling yet, but it’s still August and they’re going brown.  Now I could be wrong, but I’m not sure it is normal for the change to occur before the kids go back to school.  Technically it is still summer in Britain right?  Hmm.

One thing I think I’m slightly keen to try out this year is the theory that spiders don’t like conkers.  I need to amass a huge supply of conkers and deposit them in my bedroom.  I really don’t want anymore nasty bedtime spider related surprises.  They do not make for a good night’s sleep.  And we are at that time of year if the huge spider in the drain in my front yard the other day was anything to go by.  Shudder.

Anyway, it was a successful trip to York as it happens for I managed to get The Child fitted for a pair of school shoes.  I might not be a huge fan of the bows on the front of them, but they (in theory) fit her well.  She only has one week to break them in though, so she’ll be wearing them shopping with me tomorrow I think.  At least she liked them.

And it is also that time of year when I begin to ponder if I should try and do anything for my birthday.  I’ve not really done anything since my twenty-first I don’t think.  Not really anyway.  Hmm.  Perhaps the do I attended in July has given me dangerous ideas.  I probably won’t bother anyway.  I always end up leaving it too late.  Oh well.

Just one more week of the summer holidays to go.  I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do with The Child for the rest of it, but I’ll try and find us something.  She is still looking forward to starting school though, so that’s something.

Urgh!

Ok, I am sick to death of feeling ill.  I guess the randomly autumnal/summerish weather is to blame for the spate of bad colds I’ve had over summer, but I am sick of being a snotty/sneezy/sore throated/achy person thing.  The Child remarkably hasn’t been so badly afflicted it seems.  Sure she can be grouchy and off her food, but given she can be like that at other times too, it’s not such a dramatic change to the norm.  Actually, that is one little point I’d like to make.  No one warned me that four year olds act remarkably similarly to teenagers.  I can only hope The Child is no worse than she is now when she hits the teens, or I am doomed.

And on a slightly different note, I’ve been past the Stereophonics/Goldfrapp phase for a while.  My journey through past favourite bands has moved on to the later college years where I found a love for bands such as Rammstein, Mad Capsule Markets and System of a Down.  And bizarrely The Child does not complain.  Though she sings me songs from the My Little Pony film.  Maybe it’s a form of payback?  My sisters and me watched that same My Little Pony film when we were little.  In fact my older sister owned the My Little Pony LP.  My poor parents.  I can only hope that one day The Child knows my pain.  Then again, the thought of grandchildren is not pleasant.  Oh how we can suddenly sympathise with parents when our own children come along. 

Summer’s Gone!

It has been so autumnal the past few days.  I hope we get a little more summer before it’s officially over.  But I forget, it’s bank holiday weekend.  And I’m in Britain.  And why do we Brits moan about our weather so much?  Perhaps it’s just because we love to moan.  I know I do.  And I found myself moaning about Matriarch again today, as I finally got out of The Ex what she said about me back whenever it was or something.  It was one of those maddening scenarios when he’d made a comment about defending me to her loads, but then wouldn’t tell me what she’d said.  If any of this makes sense.  Turns out she’d said something about my attitude towards him and The Child and the access he had to The Child, back when we first broke up.  In my defence, things were very awkward back then, he did see The Child every weekend, which is more than many absent parents get, and Matriarch barely saw us at all, through her choice not mine.  It appears that it’s another case of someone judging someone they don’t know for stuff they don’t know about.  I’m sure I’m guilty of it on occasion too, though I do try not to judge people unfairly.  I’m the one giving alleged tyrants like Henry VIII the benefit of the doubt after all.  Though I have probably been a bit unfair on Matriarch in the past. 

Anyway, I’ve had a busy few weeks getting stuff ready for The Child starting school.  Think we’re just about sorted now, though I’m worried I’ve missed a vital something that needs a name label.  I’m sure I’m panicking more than necessary, and yes, I’m feeling a tad emotional about my baby growing up so fast.  School already.  And now I feel so old.

Also, with The Child starting school comes the trauma of job hunting.  I’ve never really done this properly as I was at uni before she was born.  I just did waitressing during the holidays.  Of course, I wouldn’t turn down a waitressing job now, while I look for something else perhaps.  There isn’t much around here that would make use of my psychology degree, that’s for sure.  Waitressing isn’t so bad though.  And it might not be too incompatible with school hours.  I hope.

There has been a slight downside to my avoiding town this summer.  I have come across no idiotic tourists.  Well, nothing out of the ordinary anyway.  Shopping has been a nightmare though.  Summer is not a good time to live in a seaside town, British weather or not.