While ds1 was doing something archaeological in Surrey, I took the smalls and the badly behaved rampant hound for a walk across the heathland. So boy scout boy was put in charge of the trail of breadcrumbs and other useful signage on our path into the forbidden forest. Until, that is, ds2 decided he'd seen a snake. Imaginary or otherwise, this was distracting. Three people, making lots of noise, wracking their brains trying to remember what Ray Mears said about cures for snakebites.
|The dog and the girl run. They like to run.|
|See the girl and boy. They like to play.|
|See the girl and the boy and the tree. The mother says 'smile or else'. The boy and the girl smile.|
And then, in a week when the weather shows signs of improving, we troop off on woodland walks.
Walking means different things to different people.
|Some like to bring their toys with them|
|Some like to carry a mascot for the journey|
|Some just make weapons.|
|Others have a more mature response and photograph the wildlife|
|Or small people encountering wildlife|
Meanwhile back at the asylum, trouser-loving dd decides she can't possibly part with her much-loved (but too short and thin-at-the-knees) trousers. So mother has an idea. She decides to make a hybrid pair of trousers, as follows:
|she takes a pair of trousers which dd doesn't know about (and which are too big around the waist)|
|And takes dd's much loved shabby trousers|
|lops the bottom bit off the too-big trousers|
|and sandwiches it in the middle of the much-loved pair to extend and hybridise. (With only occasional cursing and bad temper.)|
|But someone is happy|
And here are some of the things we were doing before the crash and burn, and which we will, no doubt, be returning to:
|I encourage dd to make a lapbook about owls. She is not enthused.|
|I try to make an IGCSE coursebook interesting for ds1. He is not enthused.|
|Ds2 finds joy in a computer programming course. At least one of them is enthused.|