I am having a sit down after spending the day trying to work while the older two flicked manically between tennis and cricket. Tense, no? I put my headphones on periodically with some nice rain/cafe noise to drown them out. I think the whole street could probably hear us yelling at the end of the cricket though.
The littlest boy had a match himself. I was told that he hadn't eaten much at tea and would need more food. I duly fed him, but although he tried valiantly he said in the end he actually wasn't that hungry. I casually asked him later on what the tea had been like. 'Quite good. I had two donuts, you know, the big ones.' 'Nice.' 'Yes. And one of those tiny miniature cakes.' 'Oh yes, I know.' And two sandwiches and some grapes because they're good for you and some strawberries. And a packet of crisps and three pieces of pizza.' I fear he may have had an apple and a samosa from home as well. Sigh.
Greed got the better of me too and I shinned up a ladder to pick cherries yesterday and made some jam. There's a glut of fruit at the moment. Strawberries, tayberries, blueberries, raspberries. The jam was a mixed bag. Some set, some didn't. I always find it a bit of a lottery, but it'll be fine for going in rice pudding. Mostly I'm just happy that I didn't fall off the ladder. That's always a bit of a lottery as well.
I am bracing myself for the littlest boy's last seven days of school. Everything is being packed in. Sports Day, school play (three productions), Oscars night, Moon Landing Day (no idea what that involves), skipping competition day, picnic day and the leavers' service. After ten years of having a little person at little school, I am about to leave for ever. I am trying to be brave.