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June 22, 2006

Before we go

Thought I'd better do an entry before we go on holiday tomorrow. We're off to a rented cottage - well, more a renovated barn really - about an hour's drive to the south and west of here. Two sets of our friends from Mississauga are already in the country somewhere, and we'll be meeting them there. The other family will be arriving on Saturday. We're not planning on taking the laptop and I'm not sure how much computer or internet access there's going to be.

In the final stages of finishing the project I've been working on. I sent the last files back to the client on Monday, but there are still queries to be answered, that sort of thing. The stage of a project when you think it's never going to end. It's been a bit of a tricky one - a business book that's taken more time than I estimated for. To be honest, I've found it really difficult to fit the work in around Amelia's days at nursery. Luckily Ian has been able to take her out places on the other days so I can get some work done. She's spent a lot of time with him, which is nice, but if he were busy I don't know how I'd manage. I'll have to remember to allow more time in my estimates next time.

I wanted to tell you some funny Amelia things. She has a little rash on her hand at the moment - the doctor said it was an allergy but it's still hanging around so I told her we might have to go and ask the pharmacist about it. The next day, she asked me if we had to go and see the 'farmer' about her hand. Hee hee. She also calls apricots 'eight-o-clocks' and the stone in them is a 'scone'. Sometimes I don't want to correct her, because it's so cute.

We've noticed a change in Amelia lately. She's become much more confident in social situations. In a group of children, even in the park with children she doesn't know, she will now approach them and even join in with their games. Her key carer at nursery said she'd noticed this too. She said that Amelia had said more to her in the last week than in the previous six months. She reckons it's since Amelia has stopped wearing nappies - I wonder if there is a connection.

Summer solstice yesterday. I went to close the curtains at ten o'clock at night and realised it was still light. I always feel a bit sad when the summer sostice comes, because it means the days will start getting shorter. Bit of a 'glass half-empty' attitude, I know.

On Tuesday I went to a meeting of the editors' association of which I am the local coordinator. It encompasses all of Devon and Cornwall, which is a pretty wide area, and there are only about 20 or 30 active members, and only about 10 to 15 who turn up for meetings. This one was in Looe, Cornwall, which takes about an hour and a half to get to from here. The woman hosting it lives in a rambling cottage right on the coast, with a spectacular view out to sea, a small island directly in front, and the cliffs curving away to the right. Beautiful. Made for quite a long day out, though.

June 14, 2006

Pet peeves

Our neighbours have a dog. A springer spaniel, to be precise. They got him as a puppy last autumn. Now he's fully grown. Our neighbour is a single mother who works all day. Her son as at school. She has a lodger who doesn't seem to be there much either. So the poor dog is shut in the kitchen all day.

I don't know much about dogs, but I know they need attention and exercise. I'm told a springer spaniel in particular needs to run around a lot. This one - he's called Oscar - can't. So he barks. Especially when we are in the garden. One day he started at noon and continued until about 5. We're in the middle of three connected houses, so you can hear him through the walls.

It's not his fault. I just wish people would really think about what they're doing before they get a pet. Think about the responsibility, and what effect it will have on other people, and on the pet itself, if they don't look after it.

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Our cats caught a bird the other day. I don't know which one was responsible, but it never happened before Leo arrived, so I blame him. It was a baby blackbird, and we were alerted to what was happening by its mother making a loud, distressed hooting-type of chirp. We tried to rescue it, but it was too late, really.

I know this is what cats do, though they never did when we lived in Mississauga. Possibly because there weren't many birds around, and because Max was too old and unfit, and Jamu used to be on a lead most of the time. (We were afraid she'd run off and get into trouble, which she eventually did, but that's another story.)

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Amelia and I went to a lunch today hosted by a family who are members of our local international adoption group. There were about 12 adults there, and 15 children. The hosts, Caroline and Simon, live in a lovely, custom-designed house in a village on the edge of Dartmoor. High ceilings, big glass walls, beautiful furnishings, decking all around the outside. Nice.

I had talked to Amelia a lot in advance about where we were going and who we would see. I don't know if it helped, but she seemed to have a great time. She wasn't clingy, she got right in there with the other children. It was lovely to see her running around and laughing. She had fallen asleep in the car on the way up and slept for an hour and a half, so maybe she was just well-rested for a change.

June 09, 2006

Update

Hello again. More stuff. I'll post below a few photos from my Mum's visit - these are from her digital camera. I took my film in to be developed today. Unfortunately, the photos from Scotland are on a film still in the camera.

The local paper is running a 'cutest kids' competition, so I took Amelia down last week to have her photo taken. Would she smile? Would she heck! Afterwards, she said to me, "I make a sad face." Kids! I went to look at the photos today, and they're still cute. I bought a couple, including one for you Mum. (In case you read this before I speak to you, sorry I didn't get to talk to you again before you flew home. Hope the journey went smoothly.) If my scanner was working, I could show you one. Maybe I will go and buy a new scanner.

So, Margaret Atwood is speaking at the Hay Festival, a gigantic literary festival held in the small town of Hay-on-Wye, not far from where Ian's parents live. At the end of her talk, she tells a joke, "A prostitute is having a bargain day - customers can have anything they want for free, if they can say it in only three words. An Englishman comes along and says, "Just three words? Lick my ears." A Frenchman comes along and says, "Only three words? Suck my toes." A Canadian comes along and says, "Anything I want, as long as I can say it in three words? Hey! Paint my house!"

Funny, huh? Sorry if that was a bit risqué for this audience, but it was printed in a national newspaper.

Now for more disgusting parent talk - please skip the next paragraph if you just don't want to know. Amelia is continuing with 'weeing' on the toilet. I bought her a folding seat that we can carry with us when we go out, and she used it successfully at the seaside yesterday (in the washrooms there, not in the sea). She has also - wait for it - done her bowel movements in the toilet for the last three days. End of disgusting section.

Suddenly, after months (read years) of no work, I have too much. I finished copy-editing the memoir I was working on, and that client asked me to also do the same on a leaflet and a novella. I got another enquiry from the SfEP Directory, which has now turned into work - copy-editing a 67,000 word business book that has to be done by June 19. And then my good friend Linden referred someone else to me - he's looking to restructure a business book he's written. Yikes! The cliches are true - it never rains but it pours.

Speaking of rain, we haven't had any. Not for weeks. It has been sunny and warm and lovely. Our only fear is that we are using up all the good weather and there won't be any left for the end of June, when our friends come.

Seaside, yesterday - we drove down to Budleigh Salterton in the evening and had fish and chips while sitting on a bench overlooking the sea. The beach there is not sand, but big, smooth, rounded pebbles. There were a few people in swimming, and quite a few more fishing. I'm not sure what type of fish they were catching - maybe mackerel. Plus some groups of young people barbecuing. It was quite lovely - pink stones, blue water, pink sky. Ahhh.

Are you still with me? Photos below, taken in mid-May:

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June 07, 2006

Sorry, no time

Will try tomorrow, I promise. Or the day after. Midnight now. 00:00 on the computer clock. Must go to bed.