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Thjought I'd just record the day.
NOT proofread at all.
Up and about at 6:01. Coffee. bananas, back crickling. Waking the Cub withe the help of Dexter and Sinister Digit, today. The Littlies are away.
Modified the kickboard in front of the dishwasher so it doesn't catch the door (go handsaws).
Spent time investigating crevices for leaks with the camera onna cable. Checked behind the radiators while the kit was out. Looked for replacement kiockboard attachment systems.
Lunch. Created a humourous face out of bagels and salad (small tomatoes make for interesting eyes – not directly, but as a hint of curvature dow the centre of a bagel). Didn't get the kitchen squared away after doing the kickboard because The Panda arrived a few minutes early.
After lunch, drove to Leek, about half an hour away, to collect shopping; saw one of our regular delivery guys pul;ling in. He has an Alpha vibe to him and his driving style in the carpark, which atracted my attention in the first place, just added to the impression.
I keep meaning to go The Other Way (or rather the other-other way) to Leek because the backroad that's the quickest route comes out on a suicide curve on the main road. The drive over the hills that start the Peak District is pretty, but the junction is a nasty surprise. You look left, you cvan look right, you can look left again... and then you need to look right because there could now be a vehicle right obn top of you. Looking right first is the only way to go, and you're still worried about what's arroving behind you.
Finilly enough, there's the carcase of a mashed car on the opposite curb. It works as a fine warning for pulling out, but is distracting when you're actually coming FROM the right on the main road. Go fighure.The other-other route is slightly longer and comes up the main road, meaning you're the potential maniac arriving fast from the left. I always forget to take it.
The Other route, is an even more overt-the-hills rural run with lots of single-track lanes and farm gates and an even steeper climb/descent than the usual route. Styeep is relative. we live on the Cheshire Plain. It's not Norfolk flat, but the only really steep parts are where a river has carved its way down through the sandstone and similar.
Anyway. Shopping collected, a quick trip into the supermarket for a couple of bits and pieces, then back home for the pharmacy. Yay Drugs! Amazing how two presciptions ordered back to back can somehow not arrive for the patients at the same time. The Cub is owed some meds but mine were pretty much all there. It's the NHS. Best not to look too close.
Next.
Home, Shopping packed away and getting ready for The Cub. Always an interesting wait. Without a warning from the school, you can never tell how happy or otherwise she'll be on arrival. Possible problem: her phone has greyed out all but a couple of icons. 'Houston? We have a problem'. One of my nicknames was Houston, back ion the day. It was easier then; you could say 'leave it with me and I'll get back to you' with some hope that the problem deliverer would pay attention. The Cub, an instant tech addict and teen communicator, does NO T take this for an answer. Sighing, grumbling, cries of 'I'm BORED'... these were all to be heard in the first five minutes of her arriving home. I never have done my best investigating while being shoulder-surfed. I managed to look at the problem for a while, although the grumbling, along with Autism-generated requests to check to see if her swimming lesson had been cancelled (another story) , slowed me down.
Fortunately, swimming was ON.
Back home at about half past seven after The Cub's lesson. A nice evening to drive on with golden sunlight; we have an extra loop down and up a section of the new bypass, much to Google's confusion and it gives a good view of the suset.. That The Cub had the window wide open and the car stereo blasting a mix of EDM, pop from the last 40 years, plus 'Consider Yourself' from Oliver! didn't disturb the sheep, but certainly got us looks when we pulled into the outskirts of town.
Avoiding the side road, which has had drifiting temporary traffic lights for a good few weeks now, we pulled in and it's Game On for making Sausage Sandwiches. A fast and stodgy feed for a Cub straight out of the pool and complicated by the arrival of The Littlies, who The Cub had announced were spending time on a school trip. this week. They were hungry, hyper and very ready to fall into their beds in The Cub's slippers. Cute.
The Cub washed her hair, giving me some more time to investigate her phone. It's in trouble. I can't even factory reset the thing because it looks like the Family Link, Keep An Eye Out For Your Kids Online software is blocking the operation. And still blocks it after the link is removed from my phone. You then can't reestablish the link from The Cub's phone because there's a block on... you get the picture?
Emergency ironing of unbexpectedly damp bedding. We'd have spotted it earlier but for having to schlepp over to Leek.
Helped The Cub with her hair drying, got back to her phone and trying to sort the kitchen from luynchtime.
Didn't fully manage it. Prepped breakfast for the PAnda (overnight oats), prepped drinks and meds for morning, peered briefly at my computer (the Iceland volcano is quieter again after its most recent event: a 3km fissure spraying a curtain of lava 30m+ into the air. It's down to a cooling lava field and a couple of cones again now).
Bed.
The Cub was already asleep! That's what no phone and a good swim will do for you, I suppose. I didn't even have to do the usual 'train whistle' hoot on my hands to signal It's Time To Start Settling. That WAS unsettling :D:D
Panda already asleep.
I don't knoiw whether I arrived before or after 11pm, to be honest, could have been closer to midnight, but I passed out before I could set my sleep monitor up. Woke up at an inappropriate time with a shout. Possibly a dream about getting cut.
Passed out again.
NOT proofread at all.
Up and about at 6:01. Coffee. bananas, back crickling. Waking the Cub withe the help of Dexter and Sinister Digit, today. The Littlies are away.
Cub complaining because she's down late and so doesn't get her expected breakfast, but a quicker offering. You never can tell whether her taxi will be here at 07:24 or 07:40. Sometimes there's traffic, sometimes the girl who gets picked up first hasn't got her act in gear SDometimes we don't have ours in a state I'd wish, either. ;-)
Cub into taxi and away by 07:40 today. Time to make breakfast for The Panda, who is enjoying avocado toast at the moment. She's NOT a morning person and would grab something <i>evenbtually</i>, if left to herself. Sorted myself out the wrong breakfast :D
Lost track of the day slightly, I was expecting scrambled eggs but cooked quinoa and red lentils. Got an hour of Blender creation in.
Modified the kickboard in front of the dishwasher so it doesn't catch the door (go handsaws).
Spent time investigating crevices for leaks with the camera onna cable. Checked behind the radiators while the kit was out. Looked for replacement kiockboard attachment systems.
Lunch. Created a humourous face out of bagels and salad (small tomatoes make for interesting eyes – not directly, but as a hint of curvature dow the centre of a bagel). Didn't get the kitchen squared away after doing the kickboard because The Panda arrived a few minutes early.
After lunch, drove to Leek, about half an hour away, to collect shopping; saw one of our regular delivery guys pul;ling in. He has an Alpha vibe to him and his driving style in the carpark, which atracted my attention in the first place, just added to the impression.
I keep meaning to go The Other Way (or rather the other-other way) to Leek because the backroad that's the quickest route comes out on a suicide curve on the main road. The drive over the hills that start the Peak District is pretty, but the junction is a nasty surprise. You look left, you cvan look right, you can look left again... and then you need to look right because there could now be a vehicle right obn top of you. Looking right first is the only way to go, and you're still worried about what's arroving behind you.
Finilly enough, there's the carcase of a mashed car on the opposite curb. It works as a fine warning for pulling out, but is distracting when you're actually coming FROM the right on the main road. Go fighure.The other-other route is slightly longer and comes up the main road, meaning you're the potential maniac arriving fast from the left. I always forget to take it.
The Other route, is an even more overt-the-hills rural run with lots of single-track lanes and farm gates and an even steeper climb/descent than the usual route. Styeep is relative. we live on the Cheshire Plain. It's not Norfolk flat, but the only really steep parts are where a river has carved its way down through the sandstone and similar.
Anyway. Shopping collected, a quick trip into the supermarket for a couple of bits and pieces, then back home for the pharmacy. Yay Drugs! Amazing how two presciptions ordered back to back can somehow not arrive for the patients at the same time. The Cub is owed some meds but mine were pretty much all there. It's the NHS. Best not to look too close.
Next.
Home, Shopping packed away and getting ready for The Cub. Always an interesting wait. Without a warning from the school, you can never tell how happy or otherwise she'll be on arrival. Possible problem: her phone has greyed out all but a couple of icons. 'Houston? We have a problem'. One of my nicknames was Houston, back ion the day. It was easier then; you could say 'leave it with me and I'll get back to you' with some hope that the problem deliverer would pay attention. The Cub, an instant tech addict and teen communicator, does NO T take this for an answer. Sighing, grumbling, cries of 'I'm BORED'... these were all to be heard in the first five minutes of her arriving home. I never have done my best investigating while being shoulder-surfed. I managed to look at the problem for a while, although the grumbling, along with Autism-generated requests to check to see if her swimming lesson had been cancelled (another story) , slowed me down.
Fortunately, swimming was ON.
Back home at about half past seven after The Cub's lesson. A nice evening to drive on with golden sunlight; we have an extra loop down and up a section of the new bypass, much to Google's confusion and it gives a good view of the suset.. That The Cub had the window wide open and the car stereo blasting a mix of EDM, pop from the last 40 years, plus 'Consider Yourself' from Oliver! didn't disturb the sheep, but certainly got us looks when we pulled into the outskirts of town.
Avoiding the side road, which has had drifiting temporary traffic lights for a good few weeks now, we pulled in and it's Game On for making Sausage Sandwiches. A fast and stodgy feed for a Cub straight out of the pool and complicated by the arrival of The Littlies, who The Cub had announced were spending time on a school trip. this week. They were hungry, hyper and very ready to fall into their beds in The Cub's slippers. Cute.
The Cub washed her hair, giving me some more time to investigate her phone. It's in trouble. I can't even factory reset the thing because it looks like the Family Link, Keep An Eye Out For Your Kids Online software is blocking the operation. And still blocks it after the link is removed from my phone. You then can't reestablish the link from The Cub's phone because there's a block on... you get the picture?
Emergency ironing of unbexpectedly damp bedding. We'd have spotted it earlier but for having to schlepp over to Leek.
Helped The Cub with her hair drying, got back to her phone and trying to sort the kitchen from luynchtime.
Didn't fully manage it. Prepped breakfast for the PAnda (overnight oats), prepped drinks and meds for morning, peered briefly at my computer (the Iceland volcano is quieter again after its most recent event: a 3km fissure spraying a curtain of lava 30m+ into the air. It's down to a cooling lava field and a couple of cones again now).
Bed.
The Cub was already asleep! That's what no phone and a good swim will do for you, I suppose. I didn't even have to do the usual 'train whistle' hoot on my hands to signal It's Time To Start Settling. That WAS unsettling :D:D
Panda already asleep.
I don't knoiw whether I arrived before or after 11pm, to be honest, could have been closer to midnight, but I passed out before I could set my sleep monitor up. Woke up at an inappropriate time with a shout. Possibly a dream about getting cut.
Passed out again.
