I must be transforming into someone else, an unknown stranger. I got home yesterday and turned on the kettle as always but instead of making a coffee, I really fancied a cuppa tea. Not only that, I had a second one. I NEVER have two teas in a row. What's more I really enjoyed them too. Maybe it is old age rapidly overtaking!
Enough of that! Yesterday was a nice, normal day with plenty to keep me occupied. The rain cleared by playtime (phew) and the sun made a hazy appearance. Not only that, it was reasonably mild too.
The afternoon was a bit frustrating. I had planned to teach basic coding to the children using a program I hadn't tried but which was, I was assured, very easy so I aimed to go through it over the lunch break. Unfortunately I had a meeting in the morning that went through lunchtime and by the time I had finished my lunch, etc, it was in-time. When half the class had gone to swimming and the other half was engaging in meaningful play activities (really), I opened the program to try it out and within minutes I had them all clustered around me, deeply intent and offering suggestions. When I told them they could all have a go on the laptops the next day (today) a happy sigh went round and I knew I was on to a winner! So guess what we are doing today!
On Facebook I read that Morrisons had a special on pork mince. Now I do like pork mince, it has good flavour and it mixes well with beef mince too. So after school I pootled over but no, sadly there was no special offer. It must have just been a local thing. Ah, well. I was very pleased that, in the spirit of Breadline, I walked out with an empty trolley instead of popping in a few unnecessary but nice things. I must be improving.
I was spoilt for choice with telly last night. First there were the three quizzes, Pointless, Two Tribes and Eggheads, followed by a programme about the top ten favourite British dinners and then a new programme about food (and life) through the decades. Last night it was the 1950s and it was very entertaining, albeit a bit generalised in some ways. I was a little girl in the 50s and things kept looking vaguely familiar and yes, we did have liver and I quite liked it, but then mum was, and is, a great cook. I loved that the whole downstairs of the house, including the kitchen was in 50s style (no telly!) and the family had to dress in 50s clothes for much of the time. I'm looking forward to the 60s next week.
Breakfast today is porridge with yogurt and dried fruit so I'd better get it on and made. Happy day, gentle readers.