The other day Kal mentioned that I refer to poo rather a lot. This is, to be fair, true. I just seem to encounter dog poo wherever I go – plus my daughter’s nursery is right next to one of the few parks in Islington where people are allowed to let their dogs off the lead. The streets around it are covered in dogshit.
I think this is a good time to mention this book. It’s basically a science book for kids and tells you things like why poo is brown and why dogs eat other animals’ poo. My old A Level Biology teacher told me that they didn’t eat poo and that I must know some very strange dogs – but actually, there is a proper, scientific reason for dogs eating poo.
It’s more detailed than the book about Microbes so we’re reading a few pages every night.
The pumpkins have rotted down nicely and I ended up putting a load of leaves that I picked out the herb patch into the compost bin. They’ll need a few green things on top but that should be okay.
It’s unlikely that much will happen to the compost over the next few days / weeks. I am told (by my Mum) that it is going to be cold this week. I’ve had a look at the BBC weather app and today it is meant to be 0C (32F) at 9am in London and tomorrow it is meant to be -3C (27F) at 9am. Woohoo! The new down parka was not a total waste of money!
It is also going to be cold in the IoW but it isn’t going to get below freezing (because it almost never does here).
When I was younger, I used to read quite a lot of Enid Blyton, particularly the Malory Towers and St Clare’s books. Something they used to refer to occasionally was “nature walks” – as in, “make her go on a long, muddy nature walk!”. I think the aim of this exercise was to turn whichever hapless victim of appalling bullying wet lettuce into an overall Good Egg. I have no idea what they actually saw on these nature walks but Malory Towers was in Cornwall so it is possible that they did see a few things. I don’t think that was the point of the books.
Anyway, we went on a nature walk on Saturday – well, my husband and I walked and the children went on their bikes – my son can ride a pedal bike and my daughter rode her balance bike (handed down from my son).
It wasn’t hopelessly muddy (although there were a few puddles) and we had nice, stout walking shoes.
On Thursday evening, I wrote out my Christmas cards. I know it’s really early but we’re now past Thanksgiving so it isn’t obscene.
This year I rather did a cull of my card list. This is something I’ve always resisted but I realised that I was sending out nearly 120 cards (insane and unsustainable level of wifework). So people I haven’t seen or heard from in over 5 years aren’t getting a card – this is against the spirit of Christmas, I know.
As it is, I’m sending 62 cards within the UK and 7 overseas.
The thing is, I really want to just put them in the post now but don’t want them to arrive before 1 December (even that is a bit early). Perhaps I’ll post them on Tuesday. Or perhaps today. I use second class stamps (why does second class exist? I can’t work it out) so they should take a bit longer to arrive.
There’s a thing in the Spike about norovirus. I am generally quite interested in microbes (there are more microbes in a handful of soil than there are people on Earth) and absolutely love this book.
Basically, it is a child-appropriate book about microbes and my son, in particular, thinks it is wonderful. In fact, he is due to give a presentation to his class in a week’s time and he is going to talk about microbes.
It’s a bit of a fine line, children’s projects. You do need to help a five year old a bit but it still have to be their own work. In doing the picture above, my son had quite a lot of direction but did 70% of the cutting out, glueing and colouring himself. I have no idea whether that is about right for this sort of thing.
I don’t have a whole lot to report. It’s been an uneventful few days. I’ve taken my kids to school and preschool and picked them up from school and preschool. I’ve reported a LOT of dogshit to the council. And I’ve admired the piles of fallen leaves on the streets.
Another thing that I particularly admired was this bit of planting.
It doesn’t come across all that well in the photo but this is actually a rather precise bit of planting. I absolutely love ornamental cabbages but can’t grow them myself (because SLUGS).
Yesterday we took our daughter to the Christmas market in Leicester Square. In the past, we’ve always gone to the Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park but that is a bit problematic. The rides pretty much all require that the people on them are at least 1.3m tall, which my son isn’t. Plus it’s big, expensive and reeeeeaaaallllly far away.
They’re a funny thing, Christmas markets in London. I have never been to one where it hasn’t been raining. I’m sure that, in Germany, Christmas markets are magical. Here, they’re sort of soggy.