There are days, many days, when I feel like I just kept things under control. Just closed the door on the wolf, escaped, clutching all four boys, from a sinking raft I’d made, or today, where all four boys were simultaneously on fire and my delicate water spray reserved for misting orchids was all I had to put them out. We’ve escaped today with minor burns but it could have been worse.
First fire started at 7.30am when Will woke unusually late and declared he was ill. The three smalls and I were off on a trip to Little Woodham so I had to confirm illness, check folks could watch Will for 3 hours and then set him some work. Twinkl as always came up trumps, and as we all attempted to leave before 9am I just managed to print him some work. I set off with the smalls x3 feeling ok until the torrential rain on the windscreen made me feel a little uneasy. It really was rather heavy. And when we got there it was coming down in sheets. Baby screaming in sling, boys soaked to the skin, and we were 30 minutes early!
Indi with the Wise Woman, who has lots of herbs and tells us about their healing properties.
Little Woodham in Gosport is a village presented as though you’d stepped back in time to the mid – 17th century. Indi embraced it fully, and was inquisitive and communicative with the wonderful volunteers that really bring the place to life. The houses are very authentic, and there was great attention to detail, but I was soggy, cold and distracted by my sad, soggy 3 year old who declared he wanted to go home every 3 minutes, and tiny Phoenix who kept sinking comfortably in the sling, so I was on suffocation alert. After 90 minutes, I found myself breastfeeding on a tree stump and I couldn’t feel my feet. Time to go home. We found Will at Grandma and Grandad’s with belly full, watching cartoons and claiming the work I’d set him was useless and impossible. I negotiated my way around this fire and after 30 minutes of heated debate and cooling off to the delightful soundtrack of newborn mewing we were all eagerly discovering just how many countries Africa had, why the Invictus games were called as such, and other reading comprehension beauties. After returning home, both big boys had maths to tackle. Newborn mewing ensued as Conquer Maths, my wonderful maths package, decided that my annual subscription was null and void. I then had the most wonderful conversation with a Conquer Maths telephone operative, who couldn’t hear a word I was saying due to 1. Newborn mewing 2. Bad reception 3. Me dropping phone as I attempted to breastfeed. He told me to email him, at which point I may or may not have shouted ‘NO!’…20 minutes later subscription is back, Will is working hard, but Indi and Eti are having the biggest row of their lives downstairs and the lego sweet shop is being dismantled and launched across the play room. Indi then has maths to tackle which is of course is the biggest injustice known to man. He’s happy within seconds, and I dash to the toilet for the 12th time in 2 hours with a suspected case of cystitis. That’s a fire I can’t put out so easily!
The Ale House at Little Woodham is called The Phoenix!
In the Ale House, we hear from the blacksmith’s wife about witchcraft and food stuffs!
Mistress Taymer shows us how she weaves.
Back at Grandma and Grandad’s – drying off…