After Storm Ciara last weekend comes Storm Dennis, and it’s meant a few cancelled things this week. One tennis tournament cancelled at the weekend, a tennis lesson cancelled (although this was due to 2 coaches being away), and my second trip to the theatre in a week, at threat of cancellation (plus do I really want to drive a 40 minute round trip at night in horrendous wet windy weather – it really is a bit violent out there). There’s still a bit been going on though.
Here’s week 7 of Project 52.
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On Sunday we didn’t do much with the storm raging outside. Mostly stayed in and vegetated reading, listening to music, playing farming simulator (N obviously), and doing jigsaw puzzles. We did make profiteroles though because N had wanted to make them out of his recipe book he got for his birthday. 14 of them, and the OH and N demolished them all.
On Monday back at work and we were prepping for my project’s steering group meeting the next day. We’re also in planning phase for next year, although all my major tasks this year have passed, so it’s a bit of breathing time before other publication work takes over in March.
Tuesday was just another work and school day. Although N’s class were in a small school’s football tournament. 3 usual schools they play against weren’t there (not sure why it wasn’t just all the schools in catchment given as N’s hold their own in sports against larger schools and also managed to field 2 teams). N’s team won all their matches convincingly and N was so excited to score a goal even though he was in defence.
On Wednesday N had his private tennis lesson. It was a bit lighter for longer – it won’t be to long before they won’t need to put the floodlights on to play. Afterwards he moaned his hamstrings hurt and had done since the football the day before. Not great, and days later they don’t seem to be getting much better although he does have a bit of time off sport now so hopefully that will help heal them.
On Thursday, not much happened. We had to pick up my brother before the school run and I dropped him off for work as his car was being fixed. Nice to have someone to chat to on the journey although I do like my own time in the mornings and in the car.
Friday was the last day of school before half term. They were able to go in non-uniform for £1, but only 47 kids paid up! That’s around half the school, with N’s class the worst culprits. I’m hoping that the children had money and just forgot to hand it in, but I think that’s appalling effort at fund-raising. £1 is nothing (and especially not in our area, where the demographics are probably >95% non struggling families).
N’s tennis was cancelled but his friend still came over after school. They did one bit of their homework then played. The OH even played darts with them when he came in, until N’s friend got picked up. Then a quick rush out to get scampi and chips for them from the chippy.
Saturday was a quick nip into Waitrose for a couple of bits including crusty bread as the market stalls weren’t there today due to the wind. Then N wanted to buy a beanbag he’d spotted before Christmas and had finally saved up for.
We needed to get N some new jeans as all of his are getting a bit short (even the age 8-9 ones), but we struggled in Gap because they go from age 8 to age 10 (even though they have age 13, 7 and 5!). We ended up getting a pair of slim style rather than regular in age 10 which are ok for length and round the bum. The regular fit were massive for his bum and legs. Then we tried and failed to get him some new astro trainers. He wears them for cross country and outdoor sports when it’s muddy and slippy, but his size 2s are a little tight now. Now he’s up to size 3 which means a lack of colour, and the choices are all pretty much black and white. Boring. The size 3s were all too big, so unless we can get him an insole and he agrees to start wearing proper sports socks, he’ll have to grow a bit more before he gets some more.
He also had his usual swimming lesson today. Instead of going on about breast stroke legs, this week she’d moved onto breaststroke arms. While it’s great they’re learning the technical aspect, when she moans about says Sport England would disqualify you from races for not doing the right stroke, I don’t think any of them care as by this age they’d be racing if they were going to.
After last week’s trip to see A Chorus Line, I was meant to be going to Warwick Arts Centre on Saturday to see the ballet, but the weather and wind is so awful, I’m not sure it’s sensible to drive out. It was blowy enough on the motorway last week and that was without the rain. So will have to cut my losses on the ticket and just wait until the next show.