Current mood:

lethargic

A long Easter weekend


Friday I callously abandoned my husband and children and ran away to the Eastercon, where I hung out in Green Room and shamelessly abused their highlighter pens to mark up my con program, was given a small pot of loganberry jam (thanks Peter!!!), attended a panel on how far we will push our suspension of disbelief in fandom (AK the Kari rants about MZB panel - lots of fun), chatted with Teddy and made off with new multicoloured clothing for Amy, did a cardmaking workshop (she had lots of cool toys - I wish I hadn't missed the first half where she was explaining the toys I'd not played with before), had dinner with Jared and Yooh (J has a song about a platypus. I ought to find this online somewhere), played a short game of Settlers of Catan with Jared and Gavin and then went to the ceilidh, where I danced far more than was good for my legs, but just enough to be good for my soul. I did a lot of that dancing with J & G but also with a random selection of other fen, which reminded me that enthusiasm for dancing is a good thing but a little too much enthusiasm reminds me to avoid dancing with groups containing certain fen...

Then I drove home. At 1.15am. Through light snow. On the plus side the motorway was empty and the snow was not settling. I got home at 2.15ish and probably managed to get to sleep by about 3am. Alex woke up at 5.30am and had a breakdown over the fact that the normal mug was not in the bathroom and he needed a drink. Since it was missing by dint of being with me (dancing leads to thirst, you know) I got up and dealt and went back to bed. The kids woke officially somewhere around 7ish, and proceeded to play very noisily in Alex's bedroom, which helped me not at all because I was trying to sleep in the next room. Sigh. No good night's sleep of recovery for me then.

Saturday started with a bath and my legs ached a bit all day.

Saturday was spent mainly loafing around if I recall, apart from the bit where Amy and I went food shopping at Sainsbury's. Amy took her doll's pushchair with Bagpuss in it and pushed it all round the supermarket, adding things as she went. First she bought sweeties for her, Alex, me and Phil. Then we walked down the toy aisle and she decided her life would be incomplete without (yet another) Thomas toy, so that's what she spent her Easter money on. She put the things on the conveyor belt and paid the lady and put her change back in her purse and it was all very cute.

Sunday I woke up and it was snowing, which delighted me. Mostly. Apart from the fact that friends of mine were planning on driving over to us. Then I noticed that apart from on the occasional roof it was failing to settle and I was most miffed (again, mostly) as what is the point of snow if you can't then go out and throw it at people? I ask you!

Sunday my legs killed me pretty much all day. Going up and down stairs really sucked. Walking on level ground was.... slow.

The kids got their Easter eggs and were well content and then after lunch with the friends I arranged an Easter egg hunt in the lounge for the 3 kids now present, which was very popular. When they finished Alex ran upstairs and grabbed one of the eggs from the small box he got from school and arranged an extra egg hunt for Amy, I think because he enjoyed seeing he be delighted to find (and consume) extra chocolate. He also gave one of the boxes of mini Smarties that came with his morning egg to Katy (the visiting 5 year old), which is the kind of thing that makes a parent pretty proud.

Monday it snowed a bit more but still refused to settle. I was entirely unimpressed with this.

My legs still hurt so another bath seemed like a good plan. It definitely helped as my legs were much less of a wreck afterwards, if still not optimal.

In the afternoon it cleared up and we made a dash to the local park to run about with footballs, get fresh air, climb on play equipment and otherwise get some exercise that was otherwise sadly lacking. It also stretched the legs, which was doubtless a good thing.

Here we are on Monday and I think the legs are mostly back to normal, apart from the odd twinge. As Annie said to me on Friday, clearly I need to ceilidh more often. Much more often. Annie says they have a ceilidh every month....