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Train on time shocker.

Not been typing much this week because… well the train was late, (it gets crowded) there was something to read, that sort of thing.

So that weekend past – what was that about? All very low key really – not much a doing as we didn’t have a game plan to be heading out for some reason or another, therefore, it was a ‘staying at home’ weekend.. There was no real snow to add to the general excitement, excepting that empty promise that fell Sunday afternoon & evening & all but vanished by Monday morning (poor Jack). Actually, all but Jack & I are fed up with snow. I’d quite happily see more & Jack actively wants more. Jude was never a bit fan to start with, Louise likes the idea of it to start with, but quickly gets fed up of its presence, Eve got bored of being wet & cold, but enjoys it really, & Esme, well – she’s be happy whatever it did, so long as there was opportunity for play.

Jack’s been getting up a little earlier in the mornings to catch the school bus rather than the service bus, He catches the service bus up to Walsden though, so that he has a chance of getting a seat on the school bus (it gets a bit full by the time it reaches Tod). Not sure of the change of heart – I think he’s wanting to be a little more social…

Um…

Oh, I guess our new overlords are coming into the office today (delayed from last week). I guess we might get a feel for things, but I’ve know this year meant change in some form… I’m not sure in what form, but ( know that my job is not safe, in that it is not going to exist as it is at present… It’s what they decide to do, & what I decide I can do. I know it’s impracticable to move down south – it would be too great a wrench, we wouldn’t be able to sell the house, we couldn’t move Jack from this school (I don’t think there’s anything in the state sector down their way that comes close) .. So, their stated desire to centralise their resources are at odds with the limitations of our lives. A year of change…. I really don’t see the point of worrying about such things though, a bunch of homilies come to mind, but I cannot dread change – it should at lest be interesting.

Been a tiring week – work wise I’m still floating backwards while paddling all I can – but then that is not an actual change; just the usual for me. There are the days when there’s less paper on my desk, but usually there’s more; I try to do too much. It gets me a bit down at times (like yesterday) but on the whole I remain ambivalent enough about it to not get to me; the work ethic thing in me is quite strong – who knew?

I didn’t take Jude back down to bed & try to assuage whatever worries he has last night because I couldn’t. I don’t remember when he started this now, but it seems to have been a nightly ritual for too long now. He did come up – he muttered something to me & lay down on the cushion by the bed, but I was incapable of rousing. Louise was woken & she decided to go to the toilet, so Jude followed her downstairs & got into bed Hm – I hope he’s OK… Sure to be – probably went to sleep a charm or something.

Jack got his mp3 payer yesterday – I managed to get another for him (because I’d grown rather attached to this Lplayer) – he now has a not so wee thing that has a pop-out speaker at the back – which I though was more appropriate for his needs. The other 2 have wee memory stick things – not by any rate as fancy as what Jack has, but they need something as a way of satiating them when they discover the one that Jack’s using, Eve almost rumbled it yesterday (Jack is not as discrete as he could be because he’s excited to have it, so I don’t blame him).

Esme seems chipper now – she had a sleep yesterday morning – didn’t go to playgroup & that sort of thing; rested as best Esme is able (active fidget). Listening to N.A.S.A track Money bemoaning money being the root of all evil – why does no one remember it’s the love of money that’s the root of evil, not the money in itself…. It’s an important distinction & singing it wrong in a catchy tune… ah well – I sound a fool – it’s a catchy tune & the phraseology doesn’t flow with the distinction. Meh.

I’ll have to give Jack this MP3 player soon anyway.. Hey ho – it’s been good while it lasted.

Yes anyway it’s been snowing – great fun. I dipped off early to ensure I could pick the kids up from school – Louise didn’t want to be taking Esme down to school (or facing some barrage of bemoaning from Jude) . Jack didn’t go to school yesterday; he’ set off good & early & was waiting up Walsden way when a 6th former & mother in car pulled up in a car to advise that the school was closed. He called Louise to report in, she called me checked the school website & Jack was already healing back. Perhaps the buses decided that it wasn’t possible or something. It’s a bit worse (the snow) over Halifax & Huddersfield way (over a couple of big hills).

Jack had a good day.

Jude & Eve had to go to school – the only way that Louise could get Jude to go was not in uniform… Which was OK, because the school ended up going to the park to do sledging. If you didn’t have a sledge you could use a black plastic bag. I think they had fun – Eve said she did… Jude was less committal – he has to keep up this pretence of not liking the snow. He doesn’t like the cold & wet that’s true, but he does concede that it’s pretty. When I met him at school he asked where Louise was – mentioned that Esme was not so well today .. [pause] “Ah, that’s why she wasn’t there at dinnertime” (dinner playtime when Louise would be taking Esme to playgroup for the afternoon) [pause…. pause…] I’m not feeling very well…” I grinned at him & admitted I expected as much. He gave me his sheet of homework & dashed off to ‘the cage’ to slide about & throw snowballs.

Went out & made a snowman when we all got home. Took a while as I need a lot of snow, me. I was a target for Jack & Ethan & Aden for a bit that was tiresome every so often, but I did retaliate every so often, which was tantamount to encouragement. Ethan amused me for a while after I managed to hit him… He didn’t like being caught by a snowball (I made him cry), so although he wanted to join in with Jack he didn’t want me retaliating, so he’d come up to me & throw a snowball about an inch & then in a deadpan voice say, “Oh dear” & bemoan his lack of ability. I did help him out later when the cold sensation of snow in his boot caused him distress (he thought it akin to pain – possibly a little Aspergers coming to the fore) only to have Aiden dump my snow stash on me head as I was helping Ethan put his boot back on. Not only did I get a bit down the back of my neck, but had to empty the boot out again. I didn’t ‘get’ Aiden back I could have & I made a half hearted attempt, but it would be unfair, really.

Got the snowman finished.

Another weekend that went quite well, really…

Saturday was an easy day – no ambitions to be out & about & no deadlines nor urgencies; so that was all right. I had to go out for the shopping & I took Jack with me. He still doesn’t know we have a new mp3 player for him, so I get to play with it for now. I’ll get that bit of Elgar on there for him by the time I hand it over, now. Might have to delete some of the more esoteric stuff off there – not sure what he’d make of Atom ^TM ….

One thing I didn’t do over the weekend was obsess about removing blue lines from those ‘eight’ comic panels that I scanned – need to scan the last page that I’ve drawn as well… Well, I didn’t stress over the weekend.

Esme slept in a little on Sunday morning – didn’t wake up until 08:20 – most unusual for her. Jude was awake at sevenish & Louise got up to see to him. I don’t think he will have twigged the time, he was on his usual complaints about not feeling so good & not being able to get back to sleep… This would usually be the time he gets up though… So anyway that left me to a lie in, lucky me.

I went out to get some extra bread & I only got crust before it was all gone. Louise reminds me that we’re getting to the point where 2 loaves are more appropriate… And it was Eve was good enough to share half a sandwich with Esme who was throwing a wobbler because there wasn’t enough for another sarnie for her… butterbroat. Jack had some German to learn. He’s doing OK on all that, still – although I do have a ‘back of the brain’ panic that he’s being neglectful of something which will come back to bite him on the bum… but as yet it’s not happened this term – so all good. He was up & setting off with me this morning… He’d been getting a later bus, but I think he wants to start being more sociable in the mornings again. He was also awake early because of the snow – it excites him (naturally).

Went to Hebden Bridge yesterday to see Inkheart. As an OK film – enjoyed it enough & was entertained, but couldn’t help feeling there was a little something missing… I get that a bit with films nowadays, it seems – there’s a some essential ingredient missing for me – some subtle tangent absent; shame. Met up with Louise’s mum, (it wasn’t a film I could take Esme in comfortably PG) Esme was being a right daddy’s girl & gave a little beal when we went into the cinema, but was apparently fine & dandy as soon as she settled into having 2 adults undivided attention.

Jude was a little better at settling. We’ve figured that giving a small dose of Piriton before bed seems to have a good effect. I suspect it’s a good portion of placebo, but all for the better. He still had a moan about not feeling so good & not being able to fall asleep, but still does so, & without so much fuss as the beginning of last week. He was woken in the night this time – Esme woke up feeling ill & Eve (sensibly) told her to go to the bathroom & then up to us – she did & I had to dash back down with her to let her be sick in the sink, poor thing. I wonder what that’s about? Hopefully it’ll just be a passing thing, not another bug.

Jude didn’t have his inhaler at school yesterday… Not that he actually needs it… He doesn’t have asthma bad at the moment or anything… Actually, when Louise took him to the asthma clinic the other day the nurse said that as he was seemingly a lot better at that point & the fact that he as on Piriton at the time indicated that it might not so much be asthma, but an allergy, so he’s had a note passed to the doctor, so that a referral be made for allergy tests,

Progress of sorts, perhaps?

So, Jude didn’t have his inhaler. He didn’t need it medically, but psychologically he seems to need crutches. He had got into the habit of having some ventolin at… some point & this was denied him. He became worried & a call was put into Louise who advised that at the moment he doesn’t seem to need it… And therefore Jude had a bad day. I can’t say what his day was like third hand & he’s not really forthcoming on this sort of level, so… All the same Louise got a remark of the likes of, “He’s had a difficult day” fro his teacher when picking him up at school. Louise’s mum was there so they went of to Seventy Two (cafe) & Jude got cheesy toast. & all was happy when I got home.

Not a bad evening.. Esme was vociferous & tired & getting them to bed was a bit of a task in the end (bed times seem to be especially difficult at the moment – someone disagrees all the time). Jude wanted his hair checking for head lice because .. well – the teacher asked then to do so, so presumable there some about… Jude has none, but was out of the bath by 7:15. Not bad.. But then Esme & Eve would not … I had to pick Esme up & plonk her in the bath red faced tear filled eyes calling me stupid, idiotic & declaring that she wasn’t listening (Jude’s 3 touchstone phrases of disagreement). And the some of the usual post bath procrastination & some reading & by the time Louise finished reading to Jude & I finished reading to Eve (these are synchronised as best possible) it was ten to nine. How did that happen? Jack finalised what he was dong for RE & was proof read by Louise & Esme had eventually slipped into slumber by then, but all the same – that was later than ever.

And then…

Jude starts whimpering & worrying – he has a tummy ache half a centimetre above his belly button. The pain in his upper right chest area (between ribs) has died down thankfully, but this new ‘disomfort’ is shaping up nicely as a big worry to present settling. So.. He’s definitely not going to go to sleep before Louise goes downstairs… Louise needs a rest, but reluctantly bids him good night after 5 minutes & later has to admonish Jack for not wring up what he’s finalised for RE (it’s supposed to be a rough to bring to class for something in lesson). But it would be better if it were legible, didn’t have Louise’s ‘marking’ on it…

Many mutterings & sighs later Jude finally drops off to sleep – sneak off out of the room at 9:30 (past). I’ve to still to draw an Uakia monkey for him for tomorrow (animal alphabet) & so on… I mess about a bit & am later to bed than I should be.

Jude arrives in our bedroom at 03:45 – which means he may have been awake a bit before this. I’m not as responsive as I could be (dragged reluctantly from sleep) & Louise tells Jude he needs to settle down & go back to bed, to which he responds with a sulky collapse to the floor & then curling into ‘grump position’. I pick him up & put him to bed & try to mutter something soothing & bland & stagger back to bed. Jude’s back later after I’ve fallen solidly enough & Esme seems to have wrapped herself around me (she’s a fidgety sleeper).

So Louise goes off to settle him, but stays down there on the futon. When I get up at 5:45 they’re both still awake.

Might be an interesting evening…

Not so bad…

Jack dipped on the homework at the weekend – had trouble applying himself & was looking for distraction (well, can you blame him). This week, thus far, he’s done well – producing a rather good sonnet last night (it’s a good logic & a good meter (I’ll try t get hold of a copy & type it up).

Jude is doing a lot better – he still loses his temper (we wouldn’t expect that to vanish at a thrice) but it’s less so & he recovers quicker. He’s worrying more… Last night as he was supposed to be going off to sleep he asked if something special happened when children die. I had to get him to repeat it a few times before I was sure that’s what he said & then I had to tease out he explanation for the question… He was curious that something specific happened to make apparently healthy people (children) die, rather than, say, old people who seem to die because they’re old. I had to explain that you don’t actually die of ‘old age’, but when you do get ol your body gets worn out & weaker and if you do get something like pneumonia,then that can kill you. Both Alice & Kathleen were actually killed by pneumonia, not ‘old age’ itself. That Esme had pneumonia & survived was because she is young & healthy, but it was still horrible & difficult.

Sobering.

I could do with a quicker start up time in Ubuntu… I think when CrunchBang (#!) get a mature eee distro I might move there.

Yar,yar,yar… (for the sense the above makes)

So – another weekend out & about… We had planed to go to see Inkhart at the cinemas this weekend, but it seems that this as not the last weekend of Jan – as Jan manages to place a foot into next weekend after all – so we had a rethink. Mentioned to Louise that there’s a Croc (shoe) shop in Manchester & Eve is in need of new school shoes (her last pair seemingly falling apart) so we needed to go somewhere. It was planned that Sat would be the shopping day, but we turned it to Sunday & invited Louise’s mum along as well.

Saturday was a playing day for the kids & they did rather excel at it – not together most of the time, but individually they did fine.

Sunday we were worried about panicked setting off – didn’t want to repeat the previous weekend (although I pointed out to Louise that we did set out 15 minutes earlier than we’d planned to do last week). We were supposed to meet Louise’s mum at the station, but it was not surprise that she turned up at the house – as I said, she’d be early & she wouldn’t want to wait up at the station for us if she were. Served as a reasonable ‘were just about to go’ reminder for the kids as well – bit of excitement as well.

Train was crowded – didn’t all get to sit together – so I’m sat with Esme with Eve & Louise’s mum on the seat behind and the boys a distance away up the train. Packed lunches passed down we set in for the journey, Esme delighted to have an audience in the seat behind as well as next to her (lot’s of bouncing around). Standing room only past Littleborough stopped Esme being able to wander anywhere & she couldn’t do her parade down to the toilet because the train was just too packed (she was not desperate, just loves the novelty).

Shopping went OK. It was useful that we had to split up just when we reached the first shops – Jude needed the loo. So I went back with Esme & Jude to get the Crocs while Louise took Eve off to shoe shops (proper) to get her shoes. This effectively stymied the critical mass off fussing that they reach when they al want something in a shop. Jude & Esme got Crocs & Eve got shoes & no one got upset. Jack got to read (as he’s not interested in getting shoes, nor does he need any). Esme’s Crocs are too big at the moment, but they last a good while these things. Jude wore his most of the day. They are decorated with Wall-E & are brighter than we would have normally bought, but sales is sales. Eve is also happy with her new choice of footwear.

That was the predominant reason for going, so that done we decamped to a cafe (even though they’d eaten on the way in this is expected). The had fun & were satiated (Jack couldn’t eat all the chocolate & orange cake we got (although he would have drunk another 2 cups of hot chocolate given the chance… he wasn’t – just a bottle of water). A nice thing about BHS Cafe is that it’s big – you can be lost with your unruly brood in a corner & not feel that you’re bothering anyone. Not that they were badly behaved or anything – they were just a little exuberant (they usually are – they’re a happy bunch on the whole).

They to Waterstones which has this nice area at the back of the shop where the kids can sit about. They had fortne cookies out (Chinese new year doncha know) but I’m not sure they laiked the taste of this. Jack found hs book, Jude accumulated a little pile of things, but then decided on the one ‘Go go gamig thing as he was paying for this out of his own vouchers rather than us payng for it for him (shrewd). Esme wanted books, & so did daddy, but the book he wanted (on the rebuilding of London after the Great Fire) was too expensive).

Thence tesco (sundries) & home. In early for the train so although it was packed we had plumb seats this time.

Not been typing too much this week…

Though it might do a little more what with that verbose chuntering on Monday, but, one thing & another. Jude was awake quite a bit in the night this week. His cough was playing him up & his imagination was running away with him. He caught some of the news from Israel’s invasion of Gaza where they reported that a whole family was wiped out (excepting one) & that seems to have resonated with a fear in him. You cannot deny that there’s a lot of bad in the world, but I’ve pointed out we’re privileged to live in a mostly peaceful country.

I also took him to the doctors for his relentless cough & his asthma is not so bad at the moment – it’s more the fact that 9s throat is irritated, so we were given some piriton & that seems to have calmed things down considerably for him. That said he’s still prone to a little unreasonable worry or so at the moment. He noticed that his new front (lower) teeth are not as smooth as his milk teeth. Adult teeth seem to have more ridges along the top. He does not like this; the shape of his teeth on his tongue annoys him. Yesterday he had a bit if a panic attack at school & Louise was called down to see him because he though that he had swallowed a chip off his tooth. I’m not sure if he’d mentioned this as the cause, but he had some ventolin & calmed down. …He’s a funny one because he is also very strong – quite independently minded, but … his self confidence has taken a knock of recent.

On the whole Jack is doing very well. He seems to have got to grips a lot better with the homework thing & is getting more done & doing it better. This takes out a lump of stress from the daily routine & is much appreciated,

Saturday I was due to meet Darryl in Waterstone’s in Bradford. Louise said it was OK, she could manage the kids OK, but her mum called the night before & as she’s more at a loose end nowadays (without Alice & Cathleen) Louise said she should come over.

So, meeting Darryl didn’t go so well… I was just a little later leaving the house that I was comfortable with, but seeing as how everyone was up I had to say bye-bye to everyone more than the once & … well, that takes a little longer when you’re cutting thing fine. So I missed that train… Never mind. Louise thought it an idea to get a bus to Hebden to see if it was possible to catch a Blackpool train – which I think I did.. Although it took so long to get there it might have been the next train through Todmorden that passes through Bradford.. Ah well. Still – I was on my way again (with a paper to read).

Got to Bradford half an our late, & dashed off to Waterstone’s (I don’t like being late – it’s just me). No sign of Darryl after a scan of the store, so decided eventually to settle in the cafe overlooking the shop & try to relax. Called Louise as I don’t have Darryl’s present mobile number & see if she could get that number for his home because I could at least see if he has got a number from his parents. When I called his dad seemed to indicate that he thought Darryl had set out late, so I didn’t worry then, at least we were both late, I could sit & wait for him – relax & do a bit a drawing. Made my coffee last a good long while…. Passed the time quite well… a lttle too well as it slipped & slipped & still no company. So I called back Darryl’s home again & … spoke to Darryl… Um. I’m not sure whether I must have misinterpreted Darryl’s dad before… Anyway he had, (I think) assumed that Darryl had set out after the house was quite from him getting back from town, but … Darryl was resting having woken up with Migraine. To be fair he had sent a mail tome that arrived half an hour before I set out advising that he was unwell, but … but I didn’t see it & I can in no way blame Darryl for being unwell, but it was all a little deflating….

So… I pack up up my pens, & drank up the dregs of cold coffee & went on my way. Called Louise to tell her the bad news, pottered around a bit (disappointing charity shop shuffle) & went home.

Still the family was good; Jude was in a sprightly mood, He & Jack were getting along while Eve & Esme were down at the park with Louise’s mum). I lost my temper with Jude a bit later in the evening because he was being so obnoxious.. I regret that… I don’t like making him cry & in the end I’m really not sure it serves the right purpose. It served to upset Louise as well though, which also makes me feel bad.

So Sunday; that was different. We were off to the pantomime; Caroline had bought us tickets as she did last year. Billy Pearce in Cinderella. Actually there were quite a few familiar faces in the cast… Anyway we had to get there & this time the trains were wonky, not our timing. I was looking online at the one we were supposed to be catching & when it was 15 mins late setting out we made the decision to dash for the bus to Hebden to see if it was possible to get the Blackpool train. We managed that OK – amazingly enough. Although in the end it was the delayed version of the train that we were supposed to catch in Tod, rather than the Blackpool one, but that was just as well as we would have likely missed the beginning of the performance if we did get the Blackpool one. One train an hour on Sundays seems to be a little bad, but then it’s always been like that – the contentious timetable changes that have happened recently don’t make a jot of difference to that.

It was a good performance. There were no tumblers this year, but they did have more special effects; namely a couple of 3D sections using a big screen. They worked jolly well. There were also a few real horses which were… well – that added an extra something. It was enjoyable & whether the corpsing & larking were scripted they worked well & had me laughing. That was fun. The only dark mark was Jude insisting afterwards that he had to ave a flashing rod thing – cheap (overpriced) plastic novelty that we wouldn’t have allowed in the home & naturally he thumped Louise because she said no & that naturally put Louise in bad mood (demands & humiliation don’t go down too well – Jude wasn’t the only one with demands) . Caroline bought him one, which I’m not sure was helpful… He’s a funny one he would have been a bad apple all the way home likely as not) if Caroline hadn’t bought him that, but she kept it – he didn’t get to bring it home (which was the best solution). It’s not like he really really wanted it though.. As Louis pointed out later he just feels he need something like tha tat times like that to round off the good time: an acquisition… But not getting it is also bad… so what are you to do.

Things moving at the corner of my eyes this morning; not enough sleep. Must try harder to stop. Jude was in a bad mood on the way home from school & decided to remain so for some time… Not unil after tea & a Kitkat that I brought back fro the swimming pool after Eve’s lesson did he become more loving & playful. I dunno – as Louise says; it’s something from the transition from school to home that seems to throw his equilibrium.

Eve was a star: she did her homework, she was in a buoyant mood, had a good swim, practised her 7 times table & did some quite complicated sums & was generally good company, so got good attention.

Forgot to give Esme a parting kiss & hug this morning – that may have been a mistake… I’ve not been in her good books so much yesterday & this morning (not doing what she wants when she wants it because… well, because…)