Wednesday, July 29, 2009
It's been a while...
Posted in Family, friends and Church
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I haven't blogged for ages... too much to say!
Right now I'm not sure of the connection I have, or whether pages are loading reliably, so here's a summary:
J has a new job. He was working p/t at a supermarket (who kept changing his hours) and p/t as a school cleaner. Now he has an apprenticeship in admin with the Council and seems to be enjoying it.
L has also changed her work: she has more hours at the Body Shop, though these vary. She's also got a Council cleaning job though as it's relief hours only, it's variable. She started by cleaning at the school where J worked (which H goes to), and this week has some hours at the library - where N works!
Small town ;-)
L has officially finished with school until she gets her GCSE results. If things go well there she will probably go to the sixth form.
She was the reason I started this blog, some years ago when I taught her at home. I would have liked to continue longer but she felt able to go back to school and decided for herself to go. I've since offered H some homeschooling, but he looked bemused and refused me! Interestingly, he seems to suit school better than either of the others did.
Well, it's summer holidays (grey and rainy) and we are soon going away to Norfolk for a few days so I had better go and get on with some housework - namely the perennial task of sorting the sock bag! L paused to look at the lines of socks arrayed on the living room floor, as she was on her way out to the gym just now. She pointed out three bright, fluffy oddments and told me to put them in her sock drawer: 'They haven't got partners, and they're Charlotte's!'
I asked whether she had the partners, whether Charlotte had the partners...?
No, nobody had them. they are just three random bright socks belonging to Charlotte, which is why they are now in a bundle in L's sock drawer, waiting, I suppose, for whichever of L's and Charlotte's friends has the partner socks to lend them to L some day. The oddments will then hang around in my sock bag for weeks or months until L sees them and reunites them with their other halves. Goodness knows whether they will even match by then - depends how often each has been worn! I wonder whether any will ever return to Charlotte, and whether she will remember them if they do?
I'm not going to worry about them. In the throw-away attitude this generation has acquired, there is no value on a pair of socks. In my teens, I seemed to be forever mending socks or creating garters because they fell down! My father, growing up in the Great Depression, remembers going by train to Liverpool and seeing barefoot children running alongside. Things change. |
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