That was the weekend that was.

by Penbleth on Monday 27 June, 2011

It’s Britain, it’s June it must be – actually sunny. It makes a nice change from complaining about the rain most of the month, except it is REALLY muggy. Really. I’m not thrilled. I hate that feeling of hitting the shower and then wanting to get straight back in to it.

Since it has been a few days, here are the updates on the kids.

12′s eye is NOT going to fall out, neither is the eyelid going to pop nor the eyeball burn with the eye drops. Instead it is, as any normal person would expect, nicely returning to normal following the doctor’s visit. 12 even seems to have developed a liking for the liquid part of the medicine, I’ve never seen her so eagerly take medication from a spoon before.

16 is enjoying Wimbledon, complete with a deep-seated longing to be at the championship. I believe her father may have promised to take her next year. Trust me, even if he forgets she won’t.

18 is, as I type, en route from Glastonbury, no doubt completely exhausted and covered in muck. We won’t see him till early evening.

21 popped home this morning while I was at work but will be returning, at least for a while, on Thursday. Last day of the month, last day of the rent being paid.

I know he is anxious to get some sort of work or further course sorted. Who wants to find themselves living back at home after they finish their degree? I know I didn’t. However, in the immortal words of John Lydgate,

“He must nedys go that the deuell dryves”. Assembley of Gods, 1420.

or indeed the equally immortal Blackadder II, 1995:

“Needs must when the devil vomits into your kettle.”

Either way, until he can afford otherwise 21 will have to return to the family hovel.

That was the weekend that was.

Now for the thunder clouds to burst forth and break the humidity and make the temperature plummet with it. Then we can complain that it is cold for the end of June. It keeps us happy.

Tagged as: childhood, children, doctors, family, health, meds, parenting, school, School holidays

{ 6 comments }

Nikki Twitter: Destiny88Faith 28th June, 2011 at 12:43 AM

I had to return home after college for 6 months before finding a job- and now 7 months later I find myself facing the same fate, as my contract job is ending and I may have to move back home again. I sympathize!

Penbleth Twitter: penbleth 28th June, 2011 at 4:43 PM: You’ll be OK. Hopefully you will find something soon with a longer or permanent contract and you’ll be away laughing on a fast camel.

Dawn Tucker 28th June, 2011 at 2:18 PM

Ho-Hum. It’s the way of life at the moment, kids going and kids coming back again. And then fighting over who has what room in our house. We had two extra bedrooms built in the loft years ago but neither of them are good enough for my two eldest. Oh no, they come to blows over who has the one spare double bed whenever my daughter comes back from uni. I can’t tell you how much stuff has had to be moved in a muttering bad temper in the last week! (Me? I’m just staying out of it!).

I can really sympathise with 16 about Wimbledon. In fact, now that H has finished all his GCSE’s, the two of us decided to go up there and try and get ground tickets to the outside courts yesterday. We got up at the ungodly hour of 5.30am to get two trains and the tube to join ‘the queue’. We arrived by 7.30 to be told by the steward that they’d just issued the 8,500th pass for the day and it was now on a one out, one in basis. There were still hundreds of people in front of us and he thought it would be at least 6pm before we’d get in! One of life’s lessons methinks. Unless you want to camp out overnight, don’t even try and get into Wimbledon without tickets!

Penbleth Twitter: penbleth 28th June, 2011 at 3:58 PM: It is a challenge all round, accommodating grown kids, letting them be the adults they are while at the same time only having so much room.

I think 16 might book some tickets for next year and either her father or I will go as well. It’s not worth risking anything else and I’m not one for camping let alone on a footpath in London, even if it is SW19.

Janet Isserlis 28th June, 2011 at 4:41 PM