Rosie Scribble

A different kind of education

Just a quick post as tonight I am working. It's 10pm. It's a hard life.

Today IJ and I came home on the school bus. As she is too little to get on and off it on her own I have to travel with her.

It's only the second time we have been on it and I was a little nervous. It goes up to the local secondary school where the big kids get on, and they can be scary!

Today IJ announced she wanted to sit on the back seat. That was fine until we got to the secondary school and we were quickly surrounded by eight 15 year old boys.

Yikes!

They were absolutely fine, completely harmless, but they weren't really used to a five year old in their midst. And as they discussed music, rock bands and girls I was a little unsure if IJ's little ears could cope.

"Shall we move down to the front of the bus?" I asked her.

But when I looked round she was beaming from ear to ear,"You can," she said. "I'm staying right here!"

Tweenies Live! and hugely disappointing

Today we went with friends, Jo and Miss E, to see the Tweenies Live! show at the Nottingham Royal Concert Hall. IJ had been looking forward to it for weeks and we had high expectations as we went into the show.

The fact that the auditorium was barely half full should have warned us of what to come. The show was, quite frankly, awful. The worst 'professional' production I have ever seen, in fact.

The set was very basic; clearly the credit crunch has badly affected the BBC who produced the show.  According to the BBC Press Office: "... Milo, Jake, Bella and Fizz aren't the only stars of the show; they ant you to get involved in the fun by singing, dancing and joining in with all the actions." Well there was no audience participation whatsoever, and Doodles wasn't even there, much to IJ's disappointment.

There were just four people dressed in Tweenies costumes dancing around a small stage to a pre-recorded track who were possibly as bored to be there as we were. They weren't wearing microphones so there is no evidence to suggest they were live at all. There was no atmosphere and the children did not seem engaged at all; they were restless and fidgety for most of the performance. The Tweenies branded toy we bought at the theatre broke on the way home.

It was a cheap but not cheerful low-budget performance, a waste of money and a huge disappointment. The only good thing was that they were only on for an hour in total! We expected better, much better.

Sugar and Spice

Little girls are made from sugar and spice and all things nice, apparently.

Not so.

Not on the case of my 'delightful' daughter anyway.

Take this afternoon, for example. She is outside playing on her bike. I am inside enjoying a blissful five-minutes of much-needed peace and quiet, when she suddenly announces,

"Mummy, I've found a bug. Don't worry I've 'deaded' it, it's completely dead, it's head has come right off!"

And she sounds absolutely delighted with the killing.

I am shocked, but it gets worse when she adds,

"I'm going to run it over with my bike now."

I have created a monster.

A very clean post

IJ has come home from school and made a shock discovery.

Well, nothing that should have been that alarming.

She over-reacted when she saw it, as five-year-olds do in these situations.

In her absence a rare event had taken place.

Part of the house had been cleaned.

 

Yes. Cleaned. It really is true.

Well, I say part of the house, really I mean a small section of the kitchen.

Okay, I sprayed Cif on two work surfaces, and that's all, but they are now clean. Very clean in fact, sparkingly so.

And IJ, bless her, piped up: "Mummy, what's that smell?"

Me: "It's cleaning products, Darling."

IJ, looking shocked and confused: "When did you start using them?"

Charming.

They are now safely back in the cupboard.

Do not read this post

Do not read this post.

There is nothing here of any entertainment value whatsoever.

Absolutely nothing.

Zilch.

You need to go over to Time Management Mum's blog where the British Mummy Bloggers Carnival is up and running and read her post instead.

Go on!

It's good.

This post isn't.

This post has absolutely nothing to contribute.

I haven't even slipped in anything remotely funny at the end.

Don't say you weren't warned!