When my daughter was around ten or eleven I used to wait outside school for her (street cred goes right out of the window if your mum comes onto the school playground once you’re out of first school). She’d come out bursting with things to tell and would launch into a seamless discourse which could cover anything about her day. But most important of all was the need to tell me who’d said what to whom, who had been upset by someone else and what had been said in response. After it had all be poured out without me getting so much as a word in edge ways, she’d stop, look at me and say. “I’m garbling, aren’t I?” And of course, that’s exactly what she was doing, but I loved it, especially as the pattern with my two (older) boys had been:
Me (in bright and interested voice): So what did you do at school today?
Boy (with sigh): Nothing.
End of conversation.
Anyhow, the purpose of this garbling introduction was to alert you to the fact that this is a garbling post, i.e. all kinds of snippets.
Cramp: Remember the cramp I was getting regularly. I’ve not mentioned it lately but that’s not because it’s gone away. OOOOH NO!! Five times the other night; shins, instep and (this one’s a first) in the muscle that surrounds the inside metatarsal in my foot! Perhaps my anatomy-expert daughter can tell me that’s that’s called; I know she reads my blog. It was after 4am when I finally got to sleep. Not to be recommended when you’ve got work a few hours later. I’ve stuck with the Epsom salts baths, the magnesium supplements and the bananas but I’ve had to ditch the hot water bottle for now. Applied heat definitely helped but the weather is just too warm at the moment. One of the subjects of discussion at the recent ladies’ lunch was sleep (or to be precise, lack of) which was attributed to a number of reasons. Imagine my surprise when, hearing me say that cramp kept me awake, one of the ladies said, “Put a bar of soap in the bed.” Further discussion ensued – one of the others had heard of this as a remedy too! Apparently you place it under the bottom sheet. Honestly, I thought they were winding me up so I googled – cramp, soap in bed. I couldn’t believe it; there were loads of references to it! Some claimed it to be an urban myth, some a placebo, but what really surprised me was the amount of positive comments and not only for cramp but also for restless legs, backache, hip pain, arthritis…..you name it! Did I try it? You bet I did. has it worked? I’ve no idea but I haven’t had cramp for three nights. Then again, I don’t get it every night so it’s probably just coincidence. Time will tell.
Books: A very kind friend sent me a gift of two paperbacks by an author previously unknown to me – Ella Griffiths. The Flower Arrangement tells the main story as a thread running through several shorter stories and is cleverly done. I really enjoyed it. The other book. The Memory Shop, sat temptingly in my ‘Holiday basket’ (something I’ve been using for years and where I put all manner of odds and ends that will be useful such as toiletry samples or the mini tubes of toothpaste that the dentist always gives me). After a couple of weeks my resolve gave way. I’ve read it and loved it. I’ll be seeking out her other books, but maybe not until my holiday is imminent!
Leftovers: I made some potato wedges when my son and grandson came for tea but most were left over. To be fair Son did say, “just pizza,” so it was my own fault. The following evening I sliced the wedges and added half a yellow pepper, a few spring onions, half a courgettes, a small tomato and some feta. This was covered with beaten egg and baked in oven. It really was very good.
Clearing out the freezer: This isn’t to say that I threw stuff away, but I sorted the shelves and drawers so that like is stored with like (that’s always the idea but over the weeks this gets slotted in here, that gets squashed in there and in no time at all, I’ve lost sight of what I have). Note to self – must try harder to remain organised. (Strange really because I am very organised in almost every other area). Anyhow, the result of the clear out has been a couple of slightly odd meals to use bits and pieces up but they were nice enough, and now I have planned dinner right up until the end of the month.
What would you have done? I’ve just returned from the supermarket where I popped in to get tomatoes…. “Hello Sweetheart,” said the cashier. “You got your bags, my darling?” The tone of her voice spoke volumes; she might just as well have called me ‘a dear old soul’. If it hadn’t been for the fact that her twenty(ish) year old face had such a sweet, and seemingly genuine, smile, I’d probably have responded in a way that reflected what I felt, but instead I smiled equally sweetly (if somewhat less genuinely) and said, “Yes thank you.”
What would you have said? Would you have even minded?