midwife's muse

Yesterday was such a lovely day that I had envisaged giving the grass its first cut today, but thwarted by this persistent drizzle. It has made me take on a task that I have been putting off, tidying up the greenhouse. Poor, old, glass structure was looking like something out of the Secret Garden, broken clay pots, dried out, dead plants, spiders webs draping the shelving, a testament to what a seasons abandonment of a garden environment can do. Really the whole garden is suffering from me not being around last summer/autumn, the lawn is more moss and weeds than grass, the flower beds are starting to look full, but it's weed seedlings that are pushing through vigorously, not my perennials.

Yesterday afternoon was different. First we went to Son's cup final, not the Bed and Breakfast, but the Berks and Bucks. I am an irregular attendee at his footie, when he was young I would wander down if the weather was just right, not too hot, not too cold, and definitely not wet. I never felt guilty 'cos Hubby was their manager, so he did have one parent there. Now I watch his cup games, and yesterdays was quite entertaining. It's difficult now though because they are all men, but I still view the proceedings from the maternal perspective of that being my little boy on that pitch being elbowed and kicked by other boys. They won though 2-0, excellent, particularly as a couple of the other team were rejects from Premiership Youth Teams.

Then we motored off to Jacks party. When we arrived the junior version was in full-swing, 17 children aged 3 months to 11 years. They were all eating a variety of unhealthy foods, and loving it! Amy had gone into a feeding frenzy, all that food, and no one policing her intake, pure ecstasy for Miss Butterball. Jack really enjoyed himself and must have been exhausted by the end of his portion of the celebrations. By eight o clock there were toddlers and babies sleeping everywhere, there was even one in the bathroom. Then the music came on, the toys and fun party food disappeared, our cue to leave as the parent part was about to commence.

On the way home we went to an Indian restaurant we have been meaning to try for a while. Very friendly, food not bad, good ambiance, thought we might go there again. Once home Hubby settled down to catch the highlights of Spurs v Arsenal and I just ruminated on the inadvisability of wearing new shoes to a football match and childs party. Sore feet!

In bed my tummy felt full, very full, over full. Just made it to the bathroom before my curry revisited. I could blame the restaurant, but that would probably be unfair, more likely to be alcohol plus antibiotics and anti-inflammatories. Still, didn't spoil a lovely day.

23.4.06 12:58