Our first Guy Fawkes in England is pretty much a non-event. As it falls on a Wednesday night we will be going to a friends house and enjoying company and fireworks on a non school night this Friday. I am really looking forward to it. The week has gone quite well. I slaved like a fiend to get the Scout banner sorted for the parade this Sunday - 100 years since World War 1 is something that needs to be commemorated I feel. And I am pretty pleased with it. My shrieks of outrage and mutterings of 'Be prepared, my arse' were rife in the house when the final square was dropped in on Monday night, as I was cheerfully binding the edges. I had to unpick a third of my beautifully hand sewn border to slap the cross of St George on to a vacant square. But it got done, and looks pretty good. My self appraisal of my sewing skills is fairly harsh but I am not embarrassed to own up to being the coordinator and executor of the project :) It was so kind of the Head Teacher of St James to lend me a sewing machine so that I could sew the squares together. Doing that by hand would have send me round the bend. What a sweetie. I think it's lovely that each Beaver has a white cross, and each Cub has a poppy. Kieran and I both have squares - yay :) Maths is going really well at the moment, which I am absolutely thrilled about. The ghastly school photos have been ordered. I still aver that Cameron's expression is rather 'special'. We decided on a digital option as it was easier to get copies to family. The thought of all the posting, and time - yeah, nah. After much moaning I took Cameron and Kieran off the (FREE! HOT!!) school lunches and back onto packed lunches. Naturally, they eat like hogs (the weekly food bill went up by nearly twenty pounds!) and waxed lyrical about how much they're enjoying the change. Damn it. Tomorrow Chris is coming home early so that I can catch the 5:30 train into Manchester. This will allow me to get in, walk 20 minutes in the dark (yup, dark at 4:40pm now) to the PrintWorks, swap my eticket for a real ticket and settle down to enjoy Frankenstein. It's going to be wicked. Wicked I tell you! Though I will endeavour to avoid being shot as I pass by Mancunian nightspots. Slightly less wicked will be the post-theatre trudge to Manchester Piccadilly, the sitting around in the cavernous train station for 40 minutes waiting for a train and the delights of walking through Glossop at midnight, at -3 degrees . And is seeing Benedict Cumberbatch as Frankenstein worth it? Absolutely. I might pack myself a picnic dinner to eat on the train as there will be no time to eat otherwise. Jobwise the Clerk role is going well, with a major meeting next week. I am however still applying for many, many jobs, and being turned down for many, many jobs. I am loving Pilates and am gutted that there are only three more sessions left for it. Mind you, not sure how much I would love trudging to the Centre in the rain and snow. I think I would do it though :) I am also looking around for writing bits and pieces to bolster my cv/hone my writing chops so they aren't dulled. You know, in my copious free time :) I must also start doing my Scout training soon, so need to check that out also. Perhaps after Xmas.
