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Tuesday, 26 May 2015

school holiday shenanigans

So the kids are off school, and whether you're in the hurrah because I love having them home or the how long until they go back camp, or somewhere in the middle with a foot in each depending on the day (that's me), you're probably busy so I thought I'd share a few photos of the disgustingly Stepford-family type things we've been up to.  


...feeding the ducks...


 ...and admiring the pretty weeds at Keynsham Park.

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Four leaf clover hunting at Ashton Court...


...and munching on a picnic in between climbing trees and catching tadpoles...


...while Smiler took a liking to these railings...


...everything so so green and healthy looking!


Of course Eli came too.

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...and yep, there's Smiler enjoying the picnic.  

On second thoughts, probably not Stepford family material.
They wouldn't have nearly as much fun.

How has your half term been?
(I know it isn't actually meant to be called half term any more, but hey, I'm old.  
subtext : tough, I will call it whatever I want) 

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Tuesday, 19 May 2015

in case you missed me...

...well, Smiler's ordinary illness turned into another long and complicated thing, but (touch wood) we're getting back to normal now.  I'm not good at sitting doing nothing so during long nights watching over Smiler at home and in the hospital I kept my hands busy crocheting a blanket for friends expecting their first child this September.  Petal was so taken with it that I've begun one for her too, for her new room, though whether it will be finished in time - who knows!


More details another time, I just wanted to explain why abstract Lucas has been so quiet the last week or so, and as Smiler is now on the mend I can get back to my usual nonsense!

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Tuesday, 5 May 2015

ordinary illness


It's weeks like this that remind me all over again about the sheer relentlessness of having a child - correction - teenager with additional needs.

He's been ill.

Just a cold.  

Complete with headache and coughing and a runny nose.

No big deal.

Just a cold.

But he can't blow his nose - he doesn't get how.  
His temperature regularly in what's technically a 'danger zone', because his body isn't able to regulate it effectively.
Needing attention around the clock.
Like a tiny baby, or a needy toddler, or an elderly relative.
But he's none of these.  
He's thirteen.

Just a cold.

Not the dramatic spontaneous nosebleeds that mean we need to get him into a&e for artificial clotting factors and maybe a transfusion.  
Not any of the surgeries we've been researching for years, reading medical journals and questioning consultants about.
Not anything from the list of health challenges he's "likely" to face - leukemia, kidney failure, intracranial hypertension, testicular cancer... it's a long long list.

Just a cold.

Just a week without three solid hours of sleep.  
An entire week during which I have not crossed the threshold of the front door.  
Taking temperatures hourly, and basic neuro obs to check if he's hallucinating or slipped into status (basically an unending seizure) because he hasn't been able to keep his meds down.  
Standing in front of the fridge, realising that I've only eaten cereal and bagels for the last five days, and now there's no milk or bagels left.  Cannot comprehend chosing something else to eat - everything else is just too complicated.
Reordering meds because he finished the new bottle of calpol already.  Yes, I know we only got it on Tuesday.
Washing sheets and towels and pyjamas and blankets, all covered in sweat and sick and snot and spilled drinks.

Just a cold.

Just constant sniffing and sneezing and coughing and groaning.  
Throaty pleas for another familiar film, so he can zone out while being comforted by the know-it-off-by-heart dialogue.
Looking at me with pain in his eyes, asking without words why I'm not making him feel better.
Slow snores, catching in his throat, as he dozes on my lap.

Just a cold.

Just the all too familiar rhythm of Mr Manley and I, playing tag with times and temps and meds, each needing time out, away from the grumbling groaning moaning sticky sweaty snotty young man we both love dearly.

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Sunday, 3 May 2015

everyday images 27/4

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A funny set this time round - Smiler has been pretty poorly and I haven't left the house since last weekend, which is reflected in this collection of mono shots of the garden.  I've been playing with focus and contrast, and it's interesting how a few changes can turn what would otherwise have been a pretty but ordinary blossom in a bright springtime photo into a delicate but moody image.

Linking with Truly Madly Kids #iotw (Image of the Week) I guess I'd have to say my personal favourite is Thursday's dandelion clock.  I used manual focus (go me!) to get the seed umbrella tines as clearly defined as I could - it reminds me a bit of a spiderweb, with all those delicate interlacing strokes. 

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Saturday, 2 May 2015

The Survey : Five (and final) : featuring The Mother



So, having checked out the roof and the walls and the render and the decor, I wonder what The Surveyor might have to say about the hot water and central heating?


Ancient.  Okay then.  I wonder how old ancient actually is these days?  And The Surveyor has also helpfully thrown in a bit of budgeting advice there too...  But you know, that's a lot about The Surveyor's professional opinions, how about a bit of background?  I know - why don't you tell us about your mother? 



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That's all folks, you have been watching, in order of appearance, 
The Surveyor
Roger the Roofer (goes by Rog)
Tim the NVQ Trainee
Tom, friend of Tim
Chris the Chippie
Ivy the Evil
Andy the Artex man
Foreign mantel and hearth
Gerry the Gas fitter
Mother of The Surveyor (now deceased)

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There is no question in my mind that were I ever to require another survey of a house, I'd approach The Surveyor with no hesitation.  Instead of the boring technical type report I was expecting I was instead treated to a peek inside the mind of a frustrated creative.  I have, of course, been selective in my appropriations of the report - there is plenty of technical information in there that means (to be honest) very little to my untrained brain, but it's the extra pieces of personality in there that made it for me.

Thank you, The Surveyor.

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