Friday night was the PTA quiz night. Our team came last. I am not surprised. There was no science round. Or a Greek mythology round, nor a current news round. Not to mention the lack of a geography round.The quiz was almost exclusively based around entertainment, film and music. That kind of irrelevant and inconsequential knowledge I just can't be bothered with, like 'what was Paul McCartneys real first name?' I don't know, nor do I care. We put John down. Lots of men are called John. It was James, in case you need to know. Despite a shocking result the night was good, the fish & chips was yummy, Prosecco flowed freely, and our laughter was heart felt.
On Saturday we went into town. This is a rare occurrence and we soon remembered why. Town is full of people. I am not a natural shopper and find this rather stressful. I do like to look at the buildings though. Richard and the little ones went to see the Sponge Bob movie. Annie and I went fabric shopping. Sam stayed in bed at home in case you are wondering. I didn't find any fabric for myself but we bought dress cotton for a summer frock for Annie. More on that another time. Then we went for lunch at Rumours, a Malaysian restaurant we really like. The food is always delicious and children are welcome. Alistair lamented the fact that they didn't have macharoni cheese on the menu.
We ate some other lovely food, too. For example eggs baked in cream for Saturday breakfast. Sliced steak for dinner on Sunday, with vegetables and roast potatoes.
There was a lot of playing this weekend. For example Monopoly. It is funny watching the little boys play a game they don't really understand. They also can't read the cards and make it up as they go along. I think they just like playing with play money. It has been nice watching them play. Actually play. The telly has barely been on all weekend.
Tidying was high on the agenda. A little bit here and there, never too much at the time. I got rid of a huge box of educational papers I will never read again. It felt good. I now have an empty box for essentials like yarn.We also sorted through the children's books. We have an astonishing number of those, some loved and well thumbed, others never touched. We got rid of the latter. Also, there were piles of clothes to take to charity.
I spent a blissful couple of hours copying Annie's dress pattern onto tissue paper and cutting the fabric. I have now neat piles of fabric pieces, each labelled and marked. I also got the notions ready. All I need to do now is to find an invisible zipper foot. Next time I have an hour or two I'll start sewing.
I have a record breaking 32 single socks in my laundry basket. Yes, 32. That makes 8 per child. Richard and I don't often loose socks.
Richard was packing his bags for his annual cycling holiday in Majorca. He is leaving tomorrow morning. It is proper boys holiday and I am glad I don't have to go. I'll miss the extra hand and the moral support when Richard is away. He'll be back on Easter Monday.
Sam was mostly sleeping and revising for a maths test. His only other remarkable contribution to our weekend was to ask Richard if he had roasted the potatoes in tequila. Because that's what we do? Do I need to be worried?
See, a real hotchpotch weekend. Everyone seems happy, even the cats are relaxed. I hope the week is going to be peaceful and stress-free. There is always hope.
Have a lovely week! Cx