1. The Gates Of Dawn
2. Dulce Domum
3. Wayfarers All
I am really not well. Weak as a kitten, hurting head full of snot, racking cough, sore chest, sore throat and ears that crack horribly everytime I swallow. I could prove it was swine flu if I could be bothered to look for our thermometer. In the meantime I’ll assume it’s just the cold I get every time I take any leave. It’s not helped by a lack of sleep. I went out last night to our book club, and got to bed about midnight. Then I woke at 5am, my head thumping. Son 1 aged 4y 11m arrived. I tried to get him back to sleep, and at 6am crept downstairs to make a vast pot of coffee - I’m a keen believer in caffeine for colds. It wasn’t quite dawn, so I took my coffee to sit in the bay window and watch the sun come up over the river. A shadow flitted in. Son 1. We put cushions on the window seat, and hauled one of Nanna’s big blankets over ourselves to keep warm. Camping. Son 1 loved it and snuggled up to me. We watched vans and cars drive by. We watched the sky lighten. “I’m bored with camping,” said Son 1 after 15 minutes.
The Man’s sunflower is now the largest, and Son 1 and I have claimed it as Ours. A yellow flower has today started to appear. Son 1 and Wonder Nanny played pirates. Son 2 aged 23m and I went outside. He wanted to play with Wah Wah, so I put him in his swimsuit, boiled a kettle, squeezed in some washing up liquid and warmed up the rainwater for him. I went and got myself a garden cushion so I could sit and watch him. “More,” said Son 2, trotting off to bring out all the others, one by one. As soon as Son 1 saw the bubbles he was out there too. Adding compost to make a potion. The parcel for the Scooby party arrived, and Son 1 was almost sick with excitement. Wonder Nanny made minestrone soup. We had lunch. Son 2 and I went for a sleep.
We woke up at 3pm, and an old friend was downstairs with Wonder Nanny and Son 1. Just on Wednesday i was looking back to Breastfeeding Group nearly five years ago, at the July baby, the September baby and the October baby. There was also an August baby, the little girl, just five, playing with Son 1, whom we haven’t seen for nearly a year. The Man came back from The Boat and we went crabbing. Son 2 demanded I take him to the riverside beach just as the others hauled in crab 14 to break our record. Another family joined the others, but Son 2 and I walked round to the low tide beach. It’s covered in broken glass. “Son 2 just pick up the shells or the stones NOT THE GLASS.” Son 2 kept picking up the glass. The water’s edge was glass free, so I took him there, me keeping his reins on, him with his dungarees rolled up. Son 1 joined us, but ran in the sea with his trousers on “Take them OFF! Look, you hold Son 2’s reins and I’ll help you.” I pulled off his trousers. I turned round. He’d let go Son 2’s reins and Son 2 had strode out into the river, standing hip-high in the water, looking back at me. Son 1 danced in the water, naked from the waist down. His five year old friend gazed longingly after him. “Son 1 come back! It’s not fair on Son 2 or Your Friend!” I promised him we would come back in our swimming costumes one day and both go in. At bedtime he was so tired he lay in his bed while I was singing to Son 2. When I’d finished Son 2’s night-nights, Son 1 was fast asleep.
Tags: bay window, breastfeeding group, broken glass, bubbles, camping, co-sleeping, crabbing, daytime sleep, Early waking, illness, insomnia, playing in the sea, riverside, sunflower, swine flu, water play
