Sunday, 3 October 2010

More items

Yet again nearly two months have passed. And the lovely May has prodded me into doing a few more itemettes. So what have I been doing? In no particular order.

1. I have been spending too much time on rolling news and the Labour leadership election. Nothing like a bit of Greek tragedy in the afternoon.

2. I've started doing a few afternoons back at the office where things are slightly fraught and everyone is holding their breath for 20 October. I'm phasing in my return so not back to full capacity until November but better to be there than being some "on maternity leave" statistic. My team are better placed than most to survive the cull but even so troubling times.

3. I thought about getting into a huge row about a hot topic issue with a VIP blogger but cowardly decided against it. Sometimes life really is too short to point out that someone is wrong on the Internet.

4. We went to France on our hols which was lovely. We stupidly stupidly stupidly drove down in the day to a permanent chorus of "are we there yet?" and "I need the loo". On our return we drove through the night experiencing the joys of the Eurotunnel at 4:30 am and then the Hackney 24 hour Tesco for supplies which was way way better. So you can guess how dreadful the way out was. We were in the Poitou Charentes (half way down on the left hand side for non-Europeans) inland for a week and very near the coast for another week. Inland there were acres of sunflowers and lots of cows but not many people. The coast was crammed with French campers and oysters. Both places awash with Brits. In one town inland there was even a very popular English cake stall in the market where the locals gathered to buy brownies, fruit cake, scones and other exotic delights whilst the English ahhed over the goats cheeses at the next stall. We made an interesting discovery on the coast: forget the little village bakeries, all the best bread was from bakeries out of town on roundabouts on the ring roads and bypasses.

5. School is back. L is 6. She has 5 years of primary school to go. Bit early for parents to be angsting about secondary school you'd have thought. You thought wrong. Not sure I can take years of this. Everyone is obviously making a lot of sharp elbowed middle class calculations about moving into good catchment areas (in London this tends to be code for let's find a nice middle class white area) or robbing a bank for an eye wateringly expensive private school. I am remaining with head firmly in sand.

6. I've started reading cooking blogs. I am hoping this is as good as cooking - you know like photocopying an article was like reading it when you were at university. I find cooking therapeutic but when faced with the fridge all I want to do is slump in front of the tv yet again with a bowl of cereal. Kids luckily seem to thrive on endless bowls of pasta and pesto alternated with humous. (Uggh how ludicrously cliche grim up north London is that?) Main cooking prowess in this house at the moment is with the husband who produces excellent sourdough bread. I can smell some right now...

7. We are arguing about where to live. Husband has fantasies of garages, outbuildings and rolling countryside preferably with a Grand Design in it. Whilst I can see the charms in theory, I am rather fond of London and would rather try and survive in the Victorian terrace we have. Didn't help that yesterday was spent at my jobshare's house in oxfordshire complete with chickens, pigs and a fantastic view. Win for husband. Later that night however met couple who had moved out to Dorset and moved back 3 years later cos they couldn't bear it any longer. Time for Me to crow. Impasse and a bad tempered one at that.

8. F remains adorable. He is a smiley flirt and is a complete hit wherever he goes. He is desperate to be on the move however I am happy for him to remain seated for a bit longer. On other milestones - no teeth yet, weight getting up to respectable when adjusted, practicing speaking or rather shrieking a bit like a demented parrot when his every whim is not me, err that's it.

So there you go. Itemettes mostly of distinctly first world problems. Life sometimes feels rather banal. Although to be fair I do believe drama can be rather overrated.


Antropologa said...

No, doesn't sound cliched, since I know nothing about London. :) We had an assignment for class to pretend to write postcards from a trip to London and I couldn't even think of what would be a typical souvenir to buy there.

Glad for the update!

Bea said...

Drama is waaaay overrated.

As for moving - it's a tough one. Me, I lean towards your point of view, but it doesn't mean I don't sigh over the opposite dream sometimes. Chickens and views are fantastic. But being so far from everything and away from a host of great conveniences - would you really have time to enjoy them? Wouldn't your huge house and garage just get full of stuff you'd then have to spend your life cleaning and curating? Not to mention the commute.

I have assigned countryside to holiday times, for now. Good luck with the argument long-term!


Lollipop Goldstein said...

Very jealous of your trip to France. I know you can drive it, but we'd have to drive for days to get out of the country, so I'm taken with Europe and the fact that you can be in an entirely different place in a relatively short period of time. Even though different areas of the US come with different customs/accents/etc, it all sort of feels the same sometimes.

I've started to read cooking blogs too. And just look at the pictures on foodgawker (have you found that yet?).

Anonymous said...

1. The Labour election - oh, the drama. And they're STILL banging on and on about Brothers in Arms v. Up in Arms. Bleagh.

2. Job, return to - good? Yes?

3. "Sometimes life really is too short to point out that someone is wrong on the Internet." -- well said, brave and restrained person.

4. France - ooh, lovely.

5. The school thing gives me the yips and I've got no actual stake in the matter. It's madness. And maddening.

6. When I was growing up pasta with pesto was one of my favourite things ever and I'd've happily eaten it five times a week.

7. I grew up on a farm. Chickens and outbuildings are a PAIN IN THE ARSE.

8. F sounds an absolute darling.

So nice to hear from you again!

(word verification is 'waftoid', which amused me).

Anonymous said...

Hello Betty M! Your baby sounds suspiciously similarly-aged to mine.
moving is a horrible tricky thing and we are also stuck on it. I say stay, he says let's go live in acton. Acton makes me want to weep, mostly because I am spoilt. Ah well.

Thalia said...

I empathise particularly with 5 and 6. Food porn, that's what those blogs are. How do they have the TIME? And 5? Pob has a place precisely no where. I am going to quit my job and home school. Not.

Sarah said...

still. nice to hear what's up with you.

Portia P said...

Thanks for stopping by to say Happy New Year.
I'm sitting trying to distract myself from a screaming baby who has pushed me to the point of no return as I let her cry herself to sleep. This is really tough, but I think best for both of us in the long term....
All fine with us - bar the early stuff of newborn life - lack of sleep mainly.
Hope all well with you still and to hear more about life with you in time.

Liz said...

Ahem. Time for another nudge?

Liz said...

You aren't a 'useless internet presence'.

Although unless you pull your finger out I may have to reassess your blogging presence ...