For the most part, I am basically content with my lot as a working family bod. I get through, you know? However, these last few weeks, I have found myself longing for one of those lives where I get to sit down and think and write and muse and the like. I just haven’t had time to do it and I miss it. You will find that these thinkings that I jot down will reflect that at the moment. Sorry.
Anyway, this week. HOH had a birthday and was very touched by the amount of wishings of well that he received when I posted the photo above on Facebook. He was amazed how many of the people there remembered him. (TBH, he didn’t remember all of THEM, but we are putting that down to age and being busy and the like) FOW2 did the cake which was disgustingly chocolaty and wolfed down by all concerned.
For he sake of sanity, we sallied forth to the cinema as a family. HOH and FOW2 went to see Branagh’s Macbeth live from Manchester. They loved it. FOW2 wasn’t too sure about the fight scenes. Apparently, people who were quite obviously winning their bit of the fight would keep insisting on pirouetting round in a full circle, thus leaving themselves open to being run through in the backwards area, mid twirl. I explained to her about dramatic effect and all that but she has seen too many episodes of gritty American drama to be impressed by that.
FOW1 refused Macbeth so we went to see The World’s End. I went into this with a totally heroic “Things I Do for my Kids” kind of vibe. However, it was really funny. Very British. Not quite as good as Hot Fuzz but certainly in the ball-park. (Don’t go if you have a thing about bad language. It puts the G in gritty in that department)
I read this, this week. Family Secrets – Living with Shame from the Victorians to the Present Day. It is a big , fat book stuffed to the drawstrings with facts – most of which are quite depressing. I learnt more than my small brain can take. The most edifying bit was finding out that the condition Downs Syndrome was named after Doctor Langdon Down, who, in 1866 opened a huge home for children with mental disorders – not to hide them away but to give them the best chance of education and a better life. It was only in the 1920s that the idea of hiding the children away took hold. Dr Down and his wife were part of the Evangelical Movement which sought to translate their faith into actions and also two more names on the long list of Christians who make me feel that I am playing at it.
I have just realised that the font has completely changed but I don’t have time to look at it. Am off to make chicken butties before evening service. We are doing Joseph and it’s really good. You think you know everything about Joseph just because you have heard it so many times and can sing all the colours in the coat in the right order, but there is so much in the account that is relevant to normal people. Am loving it.
That’s it for now. Carry On!