We went to our local NCT coffee playgroup morning with some friends this morning – around twenty minutes beforehand as the light caught H’s hair I saw them, the critters. They were STILL there. Argh.
So I did a quick comb and squirt of tea tree in the hope it would make them disappear (silly me), and a proper hedrin comb through when I got home. The postman didn’t deliver our new comb so in a panic buy and because it made some sense to me, I got an electric comb too as that would work for those times when there’s no time to wash hair (like this morning).
How did people manage before them? Then again, were people as overloaded with things to do throughout the day as we are now? Or is it just me trying to do everything at once?
After the NCT do (which was great and I got to properly talk to a couple of mums which was nice), we headed home for lunch and to get ready for a playdate H had with one of her nursery friends at our local leisure centre in their soft play area. That went well, they played hide and seek which given their names and a certain tv programme makes me smile… then after that a quick trip to the library and more books (sigh, more…) and finally her swimming lesson.
She has a new teacher, and I think the teacher is quite tough. I think. This may be a good thing as I think her previous teacher was tough, strict but great with it – and the kids really listened and respected her. They had them putting their face in the water which made her really unhappy, so I’m having to remind her that part of this life we live in is having to do things we really don’t like doing – including things like putting your face in the water. I think – hope – she got it, otherwise I’ll list all the things I hate having to do.
I sat with some other parents this week and got chatting – it’s nice to meet new people, and it’s good I’m pushing myself to do it. We’ve had a fun and exhausting day and it’s only Wednesday. I didn’t even take a bazillion photos to document the day like I used to. Just this one. She was asleep on me at the time.
I know. It sounds shameful to think we’ve lived in this area for this long now and haven’t been members at the library, it really does. But we were. The memberships lapsed… a bit like with LoveFilm, we took books out and kept renewing them online until we found the time to take them back. Our local library wasn’t somewhere we went.
Things have changed. Westcroft Leisure Centre has re-opened this weekend, and within the complex is our brand new Carshalton Library. Even better, we’ll be doing swimming lessons there every week – so now the library is in a wonderfully convenient place – and we can bring back our books when we’re done and take up to another eight. Lordy.
Shaun has rejoined and made his first book ‘The Book of Carshalton’ as he wants to learn about something locally (I can’t remember what) and I’ll rejoin when we’re back for swimming lessons and I’ve found my card.
As for H, she’s got a Charlie and Lola book, two Julia Donaldson books and a Jez Alborough book. We haven’t read them all yet, but I give it up to Wednesday before she knows them off by heart.
Actually, the best bit of all was us going into the library and H turning to me and telling me to whisper “AS WE’RE IN THE LIBRARY” in a quiet whisper. Oh, and even better for me, they’ve free internet.
We had a nosey around the sports centre to get our bearings, and it’s all shiny and new. Me being the kind of person who doesn’t like change but accepts it, I’m going to wait a month or so before forming an opinion, but right now it seems pretty nice.
I am having the fear though. I bet the swimming teacher doesn’t get in the pool with the kids when us parents don’t get in with them too. Gulp. She’s three and a half for goodness sake! I was seven when I was left on my own in the water. Arrghhhh.
There’s talk of us losing our Thameslink Services, or at least, them not running up to Luton or St. Albans any more – though this isn’t until 2018 or some time ahead of us like that. Tom Brake our local MP was stood outside Carshalton Station this morning dishing out leaflets for us to sign and post back.
I did that, then had a think. I filled out my name and address and all that, but actually, should I have put it in an envelope? I’m really not thinking properly at the moment.
Anyway, I’ve signed, I support it. I might not go to gigs at the moment, but a train service which runs late at night locally is a good thing, especially if it connects us to the rest of London (and don’t get me wrong, a half hourly service to Victoria is very nice) – as well as a service that runs all the way to St Pancras International, should we ever go on the Eurostar ever again (I swear, a weekend break in Lille is next years holiday, we love Lille) is so important for around here. To change at Blackfriars just seems a bit pointless.
Obviously, these aren’t life threatening problems or anything (unlike us losing our local A&E and Maternity Unit at St. Helier which is a huge issue), just a mild inconvenience, and who’s to say where we’ll be living.
It’s got my support, anyway.