Thursday, 27 November 2014

In Need of a Pee

Well, not exactly.
But I am in need of J, K, O, V and X.
What am I talking about?
This current project of mine: Him | The Abridged Version.
I'm been zipping along nicely, but have now come up against writer's block.
Or put simply, I've run out of ideas.
Specifically ideas for the above mentioned letters.
Each letter has three topics.  For example, the topics for A are Aeroplanes, Aunties and Autism.
J needs two more topics.
K needs two more topics.
O needs one more topic.
V needs one more topic.
X needs two more topics.  Possibly three.

All suggestions gratefully received, as long as you remember the album is for a 7-year-old.
Funny suggestions very much welcome!

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Zoom In | Zoom Out

This Manor House is situated at the entrance to the park near The Boy Child's school.  Once it ceased to be a private house, it became the borough's library*, hence the Reading Room chiseled into the door lintel.  It is now a space for exhibitions and a wedding venue and the library is elsewhere.

* The author Nevil Shute lived in my borough for a while and his characters often also lived here.  This building, when it was the library, is referenced in the novel The Far Country.    

Zoom In | Zoom Out is Helena's idea and you can see more here.

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Old Lady Slippers

Dear Santa,
I'm not that old, not really.
But here's the thing ... I would really like a pair of Old lady Slippers for Christmas.
Like these.
Or maybe these. (I just thought I'd give you an idea as to what Old lady Slippers might look like. Because you and the elves are extremely busy right now.  I know that.)
As I'm sure you know, I'm on my feet a lot and have Plantar Fasciitis in my left foot.  Comfy slippers are such a treat at the end of the day.
And I'd promise not to wear them outside.
Thanks very much!
Yours hopefully,
Ruth  

Monday, 24 November 2014

Me on Monday

It's been a
woolly hat wearing,
teacher gift thinking,
cooking and baking,
bed changing,
laundry and ironing,
attempting to find five minutes to scrapbook,
and School Book Fair volunteering
kind of Monday.
 This post is adapted from Sian's Me on Monday theme,
 which you can find on the

Sunday, 23 November 2014

Bear Hunt | Of the Wet Variety

It was a day for staying at home.
It was, as they like to say, raining cats and dogs.
But I had cabin fever.
And as we know, The Boy Child is better when he is occupied.
 What to do?
The Boy Child wanted to see the Paddington Bear located at Stamford Bridge, home of Chelsea FC (and is actually in Fulham and not Chelsea).  A quick look at the map for other bears located in the vicinity of Chelsea FC and we were set.
First up was Flutterby by Emma Watson, at the side of Harrods in Knightsbridge.
Then on to the King's Road in the heart of Chelsea for Paws by Sally Hawkins.
The final stop was at Stamford Bridge for The Special One.
 We liked that Paddington has his name and team number on the back of his shirt.
And that was us done for the day.  The Boy Child was a star the whole time we were out and didn't complain about the weather or being cold and wet.
You can read more about the Paddington Trail here.

Saturday, 22 November 2014

Bear Hunt

The movie about Paddington Bear opens in the UK next Friday and as an advertising gimmick,  50 Paddington Bear mini statues have been placed around London until the end of December.
We went in search of a few today.
Eight to be exact, in and around Paddington and Little Venice.
1. My favourite.  Paddington Bear as he should be.
2. The Mayor of Paddington.
3. Texting Paddington.

4. Love, Paddington X.
5. Brick Bear.
6. Bearing Up.
7. Futuristic Robot Bear.
8. Paddingtonscape.
Only 42 more to find.

Friday, 21 November 2014

Five on Friday | The Christmas Edit

I love Christmas
It really is the most wonderful time of the year.
This year will be extra wonderful because of who we will be with and where we will be.
What I'm not a fan of is signs of Christmas appearing in the summer (a national greetings cards chain were selling Christmas cards in August ...) or any time before early December, really.  (I know I'm a hypocrite, having already waxed lyrically about the wrapping paper on sale in the Store of Utter Gorgeousness.)  
So you can imagine my dismay at what has happened to our local shopping centre and seemingly overnight.
1) Tasteful? Um, no, I don't think so.
2) The pop-up calendar store has appeared and is selling calendars featuring bands I've never heard of.
3) What on earth has Kermit got to do with Christmas?  And what kind of people buy cards for their pets?  To my mind, both are wrong, but I know that I am frequently considered old-fashioned.
4) The ubiquitous Christmas jumpers are available.  Some are tasteful.  Some are downright awful.
5) Choirs of school children singing Christmas Carols?  No, thank you.
I love Christmas.
It really is the most wonderful time of the year.
But not in November.
Disclaimer: all opinions are my own and are no way intended to cause offence to anyone who happens to read this blog post.

Thursday, 20 November 2014

Things He Says #703

99.9% of the time, The Boy Child says things that are absolutely worth recording. 
 Things that are sweet or unintentionally funny or both.
Sometimes, however, he says things that takes my breath away.
For the wrong reasons.
Because the words he uses cause my heart to ache.
 "If I'd been born to X, I'd have a good life ... {long pause} ... instead I was born to you." 
He said these words when we were walking home from school 
and I'd just mentioned that I had seen X today.
Autism?  Typical thoughtless comment from a 7-year-old?
Either way, it's hard to remember that he doesn't understand just how powerful words are. 

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Things He Says #701

"Momma, here is the Christmas card I made!"
"That's, um, lovely... can you tell me about it?"
"The red thing is Santa's sleigh and they're really quite tricky to draw. 
 So I stopped."

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Having That Talk

As The Boy Child finished Year 2, The Brainy One and I decided, after much discussion, that we should tell him that he has Autism.
I'd previously briefly mentioned our plan on the blog and someone (if that was you, please remind me) recommended a book called Can I tell you about Autism?  It's written for 7-year-olds to understand and I found it extremely useful.
I chose to have the talk before we left for Denmark in August (knowing that I would ask for a Guest Assistance Pass at Legoland).
Having thought that it went well, I asked him if he had any questions.
He cried.
Because he thought nobody would like him if he had Autism.
I wasn't expecting that.
We were able to talk things through and he seemed accepting of it.
He's since asked if he will still have Autism when he is 15 years old.
He asked a visiting teacher to his school if she had children with Autism in her class.  He was delighted when she told him that all her pupils have Autism.
He tells his friends that Autism is cool when you can jump the queues at places like Legoland.

It's done.
He knows.
Life is slightly easier now that the 'A' word is used openly.
That there will be more questions, I don't doubt.