Just Jo!

We didn’t go up to watch Jools in the end. We stayed downstairs and did some more on the prayer rug, tried drawing some fancy stars, but much preferred eating houmous and pitta bread. She also started on her scarf, she’s halfway there already. Really thick wool and really big needles….very satisfying!
We went up in time to watch True Lies. Some of Olivia’s priceless comments (believe me there were plenty, I just can’t remember them all!):
“I am never flying an aircraft, I’d crash it in 5 minutes!” Think we’ll all sleep better, safe in that knowledge!;
“I like it when people burn!”
“What?!”
“When they go all wiggly” (miming a kind of belly dance/limbo type move, should have had a camcorder handy!);
“She’s really good with a gun!”
” She dropped it!”
“Yeah, but she still killed a lot of baddies.”;
She is a really squeamish peaceloving child (honest!), but…. “Whoo, yeah, smack her!”;
Stopping for the chimes: “We’ll come back to True Lies next year”
“WHAT??!!??!!”
“Livvie. Please. Think.”
“What does he mean, next year?!”
“What’s tonight?”
“Yeah, but that’s ages away!”
“Think about it!”
“I can’t wait that long!!”
I just looked at her, then at the clock.
“Ohhhh!!! *Next* year! I get it. It’s a joke!”
Think maybe half a glass ( it was the smallest I could find!) of bubbly may be a little too much for her!
And the sparklers didn’t work, no firemen in my bedroom last night. Note to self….must try harder!
And out of all my family, the only one who called me was the weird cousin. I did say he had a heart of gold. Maybe we’re kindred spirits! He does have all the family tree stuff that an elder family member (now deceased) had researched and has said he’ll give to me! Proper ‘tree’ stuff and all linen backed on a roll in a tube. Apparently that’s a good thing, I wouldn’t know. But it’ll be very interesting, the tree goes way back, so I can feel some kind of HUGE project coming up!
She finally got to bed about 2.30am. And only ‘cos I made her!
“But I thought we were staying up to do party poppers over Adam!”
“He said he won’t be home ’til about 6.”
“Oh, so I can go to sleep for a bit?”
“Yes.”
“Like a quick nap?”
“Yes! That would be a good thing.”
Adam actually got home about an hour later, but I’d put the chain on, so he had to call me. Which meant I could then get Olivia up, she was fast asleep but wide awake in an instant at the prospect of party-poppering Adam!
Adam, funnily enough, wasn’t best pleased at being popped!! He was desperate for a wee and had been kept on the doorstep while I was rousing Olivia and getting poppers out of the bag!
We all woke late this morning. Who’d have thunk?!
I started cooking breakfast about 1.30. As Adam was still in the house, I invited him to join us in a cooked breakfast.
“Is there fried eggs?”
We have been vegan for nearly 3 years now. He knows this. It is not a huge great surprise.
I was feeling quite magnanimous though, “If you want to go round the shop and buy them youself and cook them yourself…..” Well, my magnanimity only goes so far….
“No, it’s alright. Don’t think I’ll bother.”
Breakfast was almost done, I thought I’d try again, “Are you sure you don’t want any?”
“What are you having?”
“Sausages, bacon,mushrooms, tomatoes, baked beans, potato farls.”
“Is it real bacon and sausages?”
“Um….ooh….take a wild guess!”
“Huh….alright then, I suppose so.”
He came down stairs to Olivia popping madly at him, which didn’t go down too well it must be said!
“Muuummm!!!! Tell her!! I’ve got a hangover….it’s bang out of order!!!”
“Um (again!)….hangover? Oh dear, what a pity, not my problem, so I don’t care!”
“But hangovers get worse as you get older!”
“What?!?”
“I read it somewhere, it’s true!”
This is a boy who only reads textbooks if they’re absolutely vital to his coursework. And then only ever the relevant page or paragraph.
We sat down for breakfast.
“Stop flicking your hair at my dinner!”
“I’m not!”
“You are. Stop jumping up and down!”
“I’m not!”
“You are! Mum, tell her!”
“I’m not jumping up and down!”
“You are!! Mum, she flicked her hair on purpose then!”
“I didn’t!”
“You did!”
“I didn’t!”……ad infinitum….
“So, Adam, when are you moving out?”
“When I’m 27!”
Bugger, bugger, bugger!!!!! My sanity really cannot wait that long!
Oh and Olivia finished her scarf and almost finished the hat (I haven’t got a big enough needle to sew it up, it’s seriously thick wool!). She’s really pleased with herself because she managed to decrease, cast off and had a go at casting on too. The prayer rug got finished, I ended up having to do most of the detail in pencil, which she then went over in pen, and some more play with the Geomags.
“I love this. I want some more!”
“Buy it with your own money then!”
“I will!”
We had a phonecall from my mum and John. And I found out they have a real prayer rug. They used to have foreign students when they were still here, and one of the Muslim students left it behind for them.
“Um, d’you use it a lot?”
They don’t as it happens, so mum is going to send it over for Olivia.
Now I’ve got to go and watch Wind In The Willows,
“It’s already started!!”
“Nearly finished!”
“You’re missing it!!”
“Hang on!!”