I’ve well and truly stuffed up today. I got the wrong day for Father’s Day – I had it all fixed for next Sunday. John seemed a bit grouchy this morning and then about 1130 said, all nonchalantly, that he’d heard on the radio that he should be having breakfast in bed today. Oh dear, oops and oops again. I apologised profusely and hung my head in shame. The boys knew it was today, apparently, but hadn’t said anything to me and haven’t brought anything home from school – can’t rely on teachers or offspring anymore obviously. Islay did bring a card home from nursery but I assumed it was just extra-organised. I’ll be apologising to dad later too.
On a happier note we’re having a fun, but busy, weekend. We went to the Borders Book Festival in Melrose yesterday. It was lovely. We bought a family day pass and went to a few sessions, including Michael Morpurgo, and a great rhyme-time workshop for Islay.
From there we visited my lovely aunt and uncle and briefly caught up with my fabby cousin Nats too. We exchanged photos and memories from Al’s wedding. We love visiting their house in the Borders, not just because they are so fun, but because they have lots of wonderful space for running wild (which is what our kids do best).
Our hens are now permanent residents there too and it was good to see them. We tried three bantams in our tiny garden but it was just too small to cope and once they started destroying my pot plants I’m afraid we had to work out alternative accommodation. We were really sad to part with them but they are extremely happy in their new home. The kids were on official egg collecting duty which they love (in the past they have collected eggs that have already been date-labelled, having been hastily returned to the hen house just before we arrived, but the kids didn’t notice!).
We visited their galloway and belted galloway cows and calves – they are not the calmest of breeds but Islay was able to give Florence a quick stroke before she (the cow that is!) got unsettled.
Today we had a walk up at Hopes reservoir in the Lammermuir Hills. The boys, especially Finn, walk really well and we’re trying to help Islay find her walking legs…we didn’t get as far as we’d have ideally liked but she is getting better.
So, busy week coming up – there’s only another 9 school days until the summer holidays. I think the kids really need a break. But first we have to get thro’ all the end of term stuff and sometimes that can seem like a bit of a battle. I’m sure we’ll be fine and there’ll be some lovely moments like Finn’s P3 show – the last he’ll have before he moves up to the big boy P4-7 school after the summer. How did that happen its no time since he was a little four year old starting P1?