But, you said….

“But, you said that there would be no more holes to dig!”

Ah. Yes. I might have said something like that.

My suggestion that the teens might like to join me in the garden to dig a new flower bed, went down like a lead balloon. The memory of digging holes during the first lockdown, apparently wasn’t as much of a dim and fading memory for them, as I hoped. In fact, I suspect, from the feeling and volume of their joint reaction, the experience was far from forgotten.

Now, in my defense, back in the balmy weeks at the end of Lockdown version 1, I had said “for the moment”. It seems that one person’s moment can be on a totally different scale to someone else’s concept of time.

This, you will not be surprised to hear, is why Sunday afternoon, you would have found me in the garden, digging alone.

I planted a rose and a couple more plants, along with plenty of spring bulbs, in my new hole. Fingers crossed, it should look glorious next year. I’m already anticipating future me sending her thanks.

This is on one side of the gate that separates our drive from the front garden. I call it the front garden, but, due to the way our garden/cottage is set up, I’m not sure anyone but us would call it that. I literally spent years trying to persuade the children that it was the front garden. Even the front door that it leads up to, isn’t used as a conventional front door.

Anyway, in an attempt to make everyone believe that this is the front garden, I’m planting it up as a cottage garden. I may even make a sign, to seal the deal. This weekend, I’ll dig up the left hand side of the gate and plant the rest of the bulbs.

Fingers crossed that the hound does not decide to dig them right back up again.

“But, you said we were having cottage pie”

Yes, I have a habit of changing the menus. I meal plan most weeks, but then add a mish mash of double ended arrows and crossing outs when I don’t fancy whatever it is I noted down. I am spontaneous in nature. I’m the sort of person that would prefer to turn up at an airport and book a flight to somewhere that took my fancy, at that moment, rather than planning for weeks in advance. That is, of course, before we had children and travel was still a thing.

(I don’t think I ever managed to book at the airport, but I did book the day before, at least once. Ferries were always last minute. So long as I have time to buy a guide book and a phrase book, I’m good to go. Also, to this day, I still book our summer holidays a week or two before we go. I suspect it is a reaction to my working life, which is far more ordered.)

Back to meal planning. This week, I have stuck to the plan. No changes. No stress about forgetting to defrost, or start early enough. Less food waste. So much easier now I’m cooking three meals a day. The difference was that I stopped hiding my plan in a book and put it on the fridge. More accountable it seems.

(We still didn’t have cottage pie.)

(knitted acorn)

“But, you said that you wanted to look at Chemistry”

We had our first A level options evening for Middle Teen.  A few years ago, when it was Eldest Teen’s turn, we went into school and trailed around the classrooms, listening to the presentations. This time, we participated via Teams, from the comfort of the kitchen. I did not miss the drive, in the dark, down twisty, country lanes before hand. I was happy to drink tea out of my own mug and multi task when needed. If ever there was a silver lining or two.

(Incidentally, Middle Teen side stepped me setting up this meeting and accidently unmuting the microphone, by bringing her laptop through already set up. As if I would.)

The presentations were excellent. I was ready to sign up for the Maths and Physics course with her, until Teen pointed out I already had a Maths A level and the school was not targeting the courses at middle aged mothers of three. She put it in other words, but that was the general gist of it.

We did look at Chemistry, Art and English too. Very impressed with the English and how different it is from when I took my English A level. She’s unlikely to take this one. She had a fifth presentation to fill, so we opted for that one, as she hadn’t ruled it out.

(Second birthday cake for Middle Teen, because one cake didn’t seem enough this year.)

“But, you said….”

This week, the dreaded ‘rona came a step closer than it has before. Up to now, it has always been elsewhere (although we think we had it last Christmas, but that doesn’t count). Not near us. Youngest Teen’s school year has had the school’s first case. Several of his friends are now in isolation and he says that classes are feeling very empty and boring as he has no one to chat with. Personally, I think that is a good thing, although I wish them clear and back soon. There has been one other case, but in the lower years. It all feels closer somehow.

Eldest Teen’s bestie has also caught it. I really feel for her especially as she’s in her first year at Uni. Fortunately, they haven’t met up since lockdown started, but it feels much closer this week.

So that was my week, where for better or worse, everything stayed to plan.

Joining in with Anne’s Word of the Week. What would your word be?

Word of the Week linky

10 thoughts on “But, you said….

  • Friday 13 November, 2020 at 4:39 pm
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    It sounds like your garden is going to look amazing next year!
    Well done with the meal planning. I did not do as well. I forgot to defrost some meat and forgot to fill the slow cooker another day. lol
    It sounds like the open evening went well.
    Eek! It is a worry when Coronavirus comes so close to home. We had a case in my youngest girls school a few weeks ago and everything turned out OK but my dad tested positive this past week. He was convinced he had it at Christmas too but after this week he said what he had at Christmas was nothing more than a bad case of the flu. Covid is much worse. x

    • Monday 16 November, 2020 at 6:49 am
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      I hope your Dad is feeling better and none of you have caught it. After last Christmas, I’m really hoping to not catch it. That was bad enough. Yes, I hope all the bulbs add a much needed boost in spring.

  • Friday 13 November, 2020 at 5:52 pm
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    So lovely to plant things and have the prospect of spring flowers to look forward to, even if you did have to dig the hole alone. I have a habit of changing our meal plan too – although it’s usually to fit in with use by dates. Having the meal plan on the fridge is a good idea. Good luck to Middle Teen with deciding on her A level options. What a worry having coronavirus cases in your Youngest Teen’s year. Hope you all stay well. Love the look of that chocolate cake for your Middle Teen. #WotW

    • Monday 16 November, 2020 at 6:52 am
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      Used by dates catch me out sometimes. Start of the meal plan doesn’t always coincide with the weekly food shop, so double ended arrows are unavoidable. I think Middle Teen’s mind is pretty much made up now, but we’ll see.

  • Friday 13 November, 2020 at 9:27 pm
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    Spring flowers sound so enticing right now…I wish we could skip forward to next Spring..yes, I’d even forgo Christmas. That cake looks rather yummy, I’m sure it went down well. Yes, the virus seems to be getting closer all the time, we are finding we know so many more people who have it now. Stay safe.

    • Monday 16 November, 2020 at 6:54 am
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      I’m really looking forward to seeing the spring bulbs come up and I know where you are coming from on skipping straight there. Not something I’d say often. The cake was good.

  • Monday 16 November, 2020 at 12:52 pm
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    Your garden looks wonderful! Your teens sound similar to mine 😉 Cottage Pie is a big favourite in our house too. #MMBC

    • Tuesday 17 November, 2020 at 2:30 pm
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      I really should do cottage pie more often. They do all enjoy it.

  • Monday 16 November, 2020 at 1:19 pm
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    As a child, I would have liked to help you in the garden. It seemed magical to me that things grew out of the ground. My mother let me make a small circular garden in the yard when I was about 8 years old and I planted a few plants. I watched it daily that summer. Good memories for me. Sorry you kids did not want to help dig. Can’t wait to see photos next year of the garden. #MMBC

    • Tuesday 17 November, 2020 at 2:32 pm
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      I forgive them. They’ve dug so many vegetable beds and helped out in the garden, this year, I can’t really begrudge them not wanting to do anymore.

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