Mummy on the edge Jan Feb 2016
It is the beginning of
another new year and I have been getting creative with my use of the hairdryer,
which I utilize in the warming of my bed before and while I am in it.
This is most definitely environmentally
UNfriendly. Admittedly, I occasionally ponder a post-apocalyptic world where
Midi-Me’s children’s children are hiding out in caves dimly lit by straw fires,
crushing their tiny, six-legged, protein-packed dinners with de-powered
tablets, foraged after a dangerous round trip in an acid-storm to the
defunct-i-mountain, cursing their useless, selfish great-grandmother who
deigned it necessary to blow-dry her bed.
However, this method of
toastification of the self before bedtime is highly effective (and also very dangerous
and not to be recommended).
Despite all that, I do care
about the environment. Which is why I gave Midi-Me a gift made of cardboard for
Christmas. Recyclable, innit. Mr Angelina came home with this flat-pack
cardboard contraption which he had bought for himself off the interweb because
he is tech-knowlegical (see what I did there). Midi me - with her flat-pack-building
expertise perfected during quality time with her dad at his furniture store in Vancouver
- helped Mr Angelina put it together, while I sat on the sofa recovering from a
bug under a blanket (without the hairdryer), entirely uninterested in what was
When I saw what it was and
how it worked once they had managed to put it together, I was very impressed. And
also a bit scared because I feel sometimes I have been plonked about 50 years
into the future. The Google have invented Cardboard (www.google.com/get/cardboard/)
which promises to make virtual reality an experience available now to everyone using
a headset made of cardboard that you can make or buy. The headset is basically
a viewer that holds your smartphone or ipod on to which you can download free apps
that can take you to different places in the country and indeed the world. You
hold the headset to your face (or strap it on if it comes with a strap) and by
moving your head and/ or spinning around, can achieve a 360 degree view of
“wherever” you happen to “be” at that moment. You cannot move “forward” or
“backward” but it is still pretty cool.
There was much collective
“oohing” and “ahhing” from Midi Me and Mr Angelina and some giggling from her,
“I’m in Paris! I’m in Tokyo!
I’m in Venice! I’m in space! I’m in a kaleidoscope!! Wow!!!” It works on
streetview in some areas but thankfully Midi-Me could not locate our house as
it doesn’t go as far as Bushey.
I start January with a
renewed appreciation for schools and the people that work in them. From November
to December last year that was me, as I took a job as a teaching assistant for
half a term in the reception class of a lovely little private school.
Midi-Me was happy; she likes
telling me about her day and hearing about mine and when I was running Sing and
Sign, she always looked forward to my detailed play by play. She’s not that
interested in the plotlines of Real Housewives so it’s always a more gratifying
exchange if I’ve been working. Also, since birth she has been used to hearing
her mother speak in clipped tones in the morning and watching her mother run
around the house looking for shoes and keys in a blind panic; that’s her happy
However, (you knew that word
was coming, didn’t you…) it seems I am not the patient angel that my name would
seem to suggest and years of running my own business teaching 3 hours a day and
staying up late to do paperwork with only a glass of wine and Sky Player for
company has spoiled me. I underestimated my body, brain and ears’ capacity for
constant noise and talking and listening and overestimated my interest in the
mediation of about a hundred truly life-unchangingly insignificant playground
spats a day.
So, this January, can we all
take a minute to think about the blessed teachers that teach our children and
the assistants that assist them and the playground adults that listen to our
children’s problems with each other and the lunch supervisors that keep peace
in the lunch hall without the use of a full-size tambourine every 2 minutes to
avoid shouting. Yeah, that was me. With the tambourine.
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Mummy on the edge Jan Feb 2016
It is the beginning of another new year and I have been getting creative with my use of the hairdryer, which I utilize in the warming of my bed before and while I am in it.