Sunday, September 21, 2008

Back down to earth

So we're back in the swing of things, with a vengeance. It's a busy time of year again and after all of the reflection time in Africa we've returned to a life of non-stop action. We've finally had two viewings on the house. One while we were on holiday and the feedback was very good but they weren't in a position to buy. Then Lurch went to Madrid with work and his parents came to stay. The estate agent's call meant that I cleaned and spruced for five hours, refreshing the house with Crabtree & Evelyn India Hicks room fragrance for a mere £21 (it's worth it to mask that cigar smoke) while the in-laws took charge of the children. I was so excited! There was a knock on the door and a middle-aged Geordie, dressed in the most expensive, gorgeous pale green and cream silk coat, appeared in a perfumed waft. 'Is there a pub in the village?' she asked and I knew in a flash that all of my efforts were in vain. I was right, she thought it was overpriced and needed a lot of work doing to it, you can tell when people think an en-suite jacuzzi is standard that quaint and old is not for them. C'est la vie.

Things have been moving on the family front. Pete and Wendy are having the worst of times. My lovely but very immature nephew was thrown out of University for failing a resit and has transferred to another university near Pete's house so that he can commute daily and get back on track. He's got a £7,000 drinking debt. Pete said the interview with the Head of Economics was one of the most excruciating 15 minutes of his entire life. The other twin has decided to stay in Canada for another gap year. Poor Wendy is having terrible problems with chemo. It's making her so ill that she's had to be hospitalised to be re-hydrated to be well enough to have the treatment and she's so tired she can't even watch tv in bed. Claire's eldest son, on the other hand, has got into Cambridge to read Economics and her second son was told that his art gcse was one of the ten best in the country. Vel's too scared to tell Pete.

Danny Boy told me his interview re: underachievement with the Head of Year went very well, I asked him what his focus targets were, 'I can't quite remember' was the answer. Lurch has had a long chat with him and I'm hoping it's done some good, but how do you get the balance between independence and making sure they do their work? The Terminator is back at cubs and was given a trophy for his area success in wrestling, he's been waiting for it for a while but his face was like thunder. 'What's wrong?' I asked him in the car 'look at it!' he replied. It was engraved with the words 'runner up'. 'I was joint winner' he announced 'I've seen a shop near Tesco that does engraving, I want you to tell them to scratch out runner-up and replace it with winner, I'll pay' he said. How can two boys be so different?

Back to the football season too; the highs, the lows, the goals, the substitutions, the injuries, all the drama is there for the taking. I might as well just get used to it!


GoneBackSouth said...

What a crazy photo!
My sister-in-law was bemoaning the start of the football season today too.

Suburbia said...

Sounds like you have your hands full!

Mean Mom said...

I was very interested to read about your holiday. Glad you enjoyed it - most of it, anyway!

You certainly haven't had time to mope since your return, from the sound of it! It's good to keep busy.

Adventure Mother said...

Love the "Back down to earth" photo! Funnily enough, I named my last post "Football Crazy" - seems we were all dreading the start of the football season!

menopausaloldbag (MOB) said...

Oh crikey, tell me about it. Football season is here again. My husband and two addicted step-sons = non stop fottie if they can get away with it. Thankfully some of the games have been sold to Setanta from Sky so I unexpectedly get a few games off! Ha, there is a God!

Lori ann said...

my kids don't play football. It's volleyball for us. No matter. it's still a sport with practices and games and benches to sit on for hours and hours and hours...ah, but we love it don't we?
oh,thank you so much for the lovely comment you left, i am still getting the hang of this, am afraid i will hit the wrong button or something and delete the whole blog!
x lori

Working mum said...

He he he! I'm with the Terminator, second place is first loser! Although I don't think I'd lie, I'd just want to win!

blogthatmama said...

GBS I do like football it's the time it takes that's difficult for working parents ie. all weekend.

Suburbia haven't we all though?

Mean Mom my hols are now a legend of tranquility and freedom (but still not luxury!!) in my own mind.

adventure mother nice to hear from you - will be visiting soon.

MOB - don't tell me they're professionals? That would at least have some benefits ie. cash, seats for matches etc or are they just addicted to watching footy rather than playing?

Lori Ann, you're right about sport but don't delete your blog!

Working Mum - TT does keep on so! He didn't lie but he was joint first place in the crocodile wrestling regional final against his bitter school rival, whose dad phoned me to tell me they both had tears pouring down their cheeks but neither one would give up, such was the mutual antipathy so they both won and guess what? Yes they are the best of friends after that. Testosterone has a lot to answer for in this world.

(Very) Lost in France said...

BTM- something for you chez moi. VLiF x

rosiero said...

Isn't it horrible when after a few days of being back the holiday feels like it happened a lifetime away.

SueG said...

What a whirlwind, but you certainly sound like you're keeping your sense of humour!