Here’s what I did on Wednesday. I’m discovering it’s really hard to write about my working day. It’s so labourious at the moment and as I’m in a dark basement it’s very difficult to conjure any enthusiasm to take photos. At least it’s only for three days out of the week! It’s also a very one-sided day, the details I get about everyone else’s days are vague at best.
Ah, Wednesday, the middle of the working week. Betsy wakes up super early and comes in for a cuddle while Art and I doze. Ian the cat then decides to sit on me, almost smothering me and purring loudly in my ear while I feed Art. I think he wants his breakfast.
That’s the Dada Train. The kids sit on Dave’s knee while he slowly goes down the stairs on his bottom making Ivor the Engine noises. The kiddos love it!
I’m late for work again, luckily it’s recess so it’s not a biggie, but I need to get back in the rhythm of getting up and ready earlier for when the House comes back in September. Eh. I get the train from Enfield Chase and because of my lateness, there’s plenty of seats. Swings and roundabouts.
Nab the last rock cake in the work canteen for breakfast and as only about five of them are made each day this feels like a WIN. This will probably be the most exciting part of the working day.
We’re barcoding and entering all our video tapes into a database for most of the day. I try not to get too distracted by the WITL group of Facebook (love you guys!). I’m grateful for the help and company from a colleague who normally works with Hansard. I have 6Music on and I manage to write a sneaky blog post, so it’s not all bad.
Overnight oats for afternoon snack. They’re delicious. I’m fast realising that the highlights of my working day revolve around food. Hmm.
Finally, it’s home time. I feel tired and run down. Super glad I manage to get my favourite seat on the train, where I can spot Alexandra Palace. There’s a couple of ponds next to the tracks too, and you can usually catch sight of a heron or cormorant, but not today.
That is the face I see most days when I open the front door. I’d like to think that Ian is just pleased to have my company again, but we all know that those big green eyes are just shouting FEED ME. I get his dinner then I prepare the family’s. Tonight it’s sausages and mash.
Dave gets in with the kiddos and we chat over dinner and persuades me to go to the Women’s Institute Knit and Natter meeting when I’m not really feeling it. Betsy entertains herself with a sticker book we got for her and it’s been the best £1.50 we have ever spent. She loves it and has spent hours playing with it. Need to get more for long train and car journeys.
I’m late for the WI so I dash out of the house, get halfway to the station only to realise I’ve not brought a project with me to do! I have to run back and I grab the first thing I see which is the new issue of Mollie Makes magazine which came through the door today. The cover project/gift is crochet bracelets. I can’t crochet, but it will have to do. I finally arrive and spot a few mum chums I’ve not seen in ages and I’m immediately pleased I came along. It’s good to see them, I relax, have a drink and I learn how to do a DC stitch. I didn’t quite manage to make a bracelet, but that doesn’t matter.
I walk home in the rain, which I love when it’s late at night. There’s no one else around, apart from a fox who walks and keeps a cautious eye on me as we both walk up my road.