We have been having an indian summer here in Devon, but last weekend I noticed that the trees in the park were losing their leaves and autumn was on its way.
Come the first of October the weather changed and we have had some proper misty and rainy days. Another sign of the season's change is that I saw a chimney sweep visiting a neighbour.
Anyone that has seen Mary Poppins knows that shaking a sweep's hand will bring you luck, so feeling in the need of some luck I duly shook the sweep's hand.
Later that day I noticed that I had rolled the pram through dog poo. Horrid, but who knows it is supposed to be lucky if a bird poos on you so perhaps rolling your buggy through dog poo is lucky too? Or perhaps it is just smelly and nasty.
Still I am hoping if it is just plain old bad luck then it doesn't cancel out the good luck my chimney sweep gave me.
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Friday, October 02, 2009
Its a hard knock life
I'm adjusting to lone parenthood and it seems you just keep doing what you've been doing. Looking after the child, doing the shopping, maintaining the home; everything you did before but now with a slightly different tint on it.
It is more often than not the small things that bring you up and bring you to tears.
Another form to fill in that asks your marital status - married, single, partner, divorced, widowed. I feel like adding my own box "dumped".
The frustration that to get a takeaway you have to wait two hours for delivery on a busy Friday but if there was someone to stay with the sleeping child you could go and collect it and have your supper in half an hour. So no takeaway and have an omlette instead.
Then of course there are the larger stresses.
That the benefits you need are held up because your child doesn't exist to this agency until they have a number from that agency, when that agency are within their eight week limit and can't tell you more than your form is being processed.
To have to explain to the estate agent that you will pay the rent but not until Monday as this when your benefits will be paid in, yes you know it is late but there is no more you can do.
But in all this you have your child and she is your joy every day. To watch her learning and developing day by day and moment by moment.
It is more often than not the small things that bring you up and bring you to tears.
Another form to fill in that asks your marital status - married, single, partner, divorced, widowed. I feel like adding my own box "dumped".
The frustration that to get a takeaway you have to wait two hours for delivery on a busy Friday but if there was someone to stay with the sleeping child you could go and collect it and have your supper in half an hour. So no takeaway and have an omlette instead.
Then of course there are the larger stresses.
That the benefits you need are held up because your child doesn't exist to this agency until they have a number from that agency, when that agency are within their eight week limit and can't tell you more than your form is being processed.
To have to explain to the estate agent that you will pay the rent but not until Monday as this when your benefits will be paid in, yes you know it is late but there is no more you can do.
But in all this you have your child and she is your joy every day. To watch her learning and developing day by day and moment by moment.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Cried and gone to Devon
I do apologise for the quietness but I've been a little pre-occupied with moving house, again. Perhaps I could start a career in relocating, after all I've done it so much these last couple of years I should be pretty expert.
So here we are in Devon. Not without a few tears but also with some small measure of hope and optimisim.
Baby C and I are installed in our new home. And that is what it is, a home. Thanks to lots of help from family, friends, friends of friends, and the second hand merchants and charity shops of Devon.
I would particularly like to introduce you to the wonderful people that run Trade and Donate in Honiton. Their warehouse is full of all kinds of everything that you might want or need for the home. Thanks to them I have a comfy sofa, a cosy chair, a very pretty bedroom set and more. All sold, delivered and hefted about with a friendly smile as well as a good price.
The Devon Air Ambulance shop has also been a rather good source of bits and bobs.
All that is really left to do is to make up the soft furnishings to pretty the place up. After a month of mooching round the local fabric shops I still haven't decided on any fabric so this could take a while.
So here we are in Devon. Not without a few tears but also with some small measure of hope and optimisim.
Baby C and I are installed in our new home. And that is what it is, a home. Thanks to lots of help from family, friends, friends of friends, and the second hand merchants and charity shops of Devon.
I would particularly like to introduce you to the wonderful people that run Trade and Donate in Honiton. Their warehouse is full of all kinds of everything that you might want or need for the home. Thanks to them I have a comfy sofa, a cosy chair, a very pretty bedroom set and more. All sold, delivered and hefted about with a friendly smile as well as a good price.
The Devon Air Ambulance shop has also been a rather good source of bits and bobs.
All that is really left to do is to make up the soft furnishings to pretty the place up. After a month of mooching round the local fabric shops I still haven't decided on any fabric so this could take a while.
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