Today's sunshine convinced me it was warm enough to wear a denim jacket to take the kids swimming and go for a coffee in our local Turkish cafe.
And with the addition of a woolly beret, scarf and gloves, it was!
Charlie, on the other hand, was happy to lounge on the sofa.
Tickle that tummy at your own risk.
I don't like to grumble...
(That's patently untrue, I like a moan and a rant as much as the next grumpy git.)
Our little PTA group put on a fundraising cake sale last week, which obviously relied on donations. I made 2 big cakes and 2 batches of cookies, and helped set up and serve. The school hall was packed, and the four of us who were (wo)manning the stall were very, very busy. Yet still, some parents complained that they had had to wait a long time to be served (the queue was huge) and there wasn't much choice when they finally got to the front.
What can you do? I wanted to ask them if they had donated anything, and if they would be available to help out next time; I didn't, for fear of sounding irritated and confrontational... I don't know whether to laugh or cry at the parents who say they can't help because I've got the kids with me. As though those of us who do help don't have any children. Or who say But I work; I am the only non-working member of our group, everyone else has a job.
What makes some people into volunteers, either of their time, produce, or goodwill, and others into takers-not-givers? It is a source of endless bewilderment to me that a really large primary school like ours (500+ kids) has such a small proportion of parents willing to take an active role.
Have we moved so far away from a sense of the collective, of shared endeavour and responsibility, that we view ourselves, our families, as self-supporting islands, with no need to contribute to something which benefits others? That makes me sad. I'm an old school socialist, can't help it, I believe in groups, in society, in fairness and sharing and helping.
I am, apparently, a dinosaur.
Right; that's got that off my chest.
My double-dating partner Connie asks in her latest post what our favourite things are at the moment; one of mine are the snakeshead fritillaries in my garden. And my lone little grape hyacinth, bravely popping its head above ground. And the daffodils pushing up through the ivy.
Sunshine in winter is always good too, though it plays havoc with one's blog pics.
Best to just lean back for a minute and enjoy it.
Denim jacket, suede waistcoat, bangles, beret and scarf - charity shopped
1970s peasant blouse - Ebay
1960-70s Debroyal maxi skirt - vintage fair
1980s boots - Second to None
Leather gloves - gift
Jess - Sheffield Cats Shelter
We've had a busy weekend; a house full of giddy 8 year old girls for a sleepover on Friday, and a wonderful meal out last night at our favourite Chinese restaurant to celebrate the Year of the Horse, and positive reports for Eldest at her parents evening, and SSK winning the class shield for his recent Learning Logs! It looks as though the time spent being more supportive over his homework is paying off; he is so much more motivated and proud of his work. And well done to his teacher for understanding that he needed some recognition for his efforts.
Hope everyone has had a good weekend!