It’s back to school season. The stationers’ in town are all jam-packed, everywhere is selling backpacks off cheap, and the weather has suddenly turned gloriously sunny again after a fairly disappointing August.
It is both sunny and not dangerously hot, so I’ve been encouraging the children to practice on their balance bikes again. It’s a thing where at least one of them will need nagging practice to overcome her self-doubt, which is a shame, but these things happen. I saw a glimmer of pride in her today, and we might get more of those soon.
With the help of a generous friend, I took my three children to the cinema to see Brave. It was great! We went into town a little early to pick up a hat for E and a replacement wallet for me (turns out 14 years was as much as the little thing I picked up on a stall off Oxford St when I first moved to London could handle), and had something to eat from McDonalds, and then went to the cinema in time for the film – we deliberately skipped the trailers.
I had earplugs for the older two girls, which helped, but even so it was so loud my eldest had to leave early. We think that she’ll enjoy the film on DVD when it comes out but this was the final test of the cinema experience and we are now certain that it’s not for her. Even when she enjoys the film, she hates the noise. She’d have liked the cinema I used to go to in Stillorgan in the early 1990s, I think.
My middle daughter sat on my lap crying with terror for quite a lot of it but ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT and came out beaming and bouncy. The toddler danced to the music and was a bit scared of the bears. And I had a great time and enjoyed it a lot and admired the animation enormously. It’s not often I see a non-Ghibli film I approve of, and this was one.
To round the outing off, we went for donuts afterwards, and then came home.
Today, I went out and weeded the allotment for some Alone Time, and the children were babysat and went to the playground. After lunch, we went to the library to play games (and borrow some books, obv) and came home via the supermarket where we got ice-cream cones. We’re almost at the stage where we can send them even to the big supermarket alone, but not quite.
And they came home in a hurry and ate their Booja Booja in waffle cones with hundreds and thousands just in time to change for Girls’ Brigade.
(Let us skim over the toddler discovering the age-old tactic of Lying Face-Down On The Supermarket Floor And Crying. No-one enjoyed it.)