A very keen to be green Easter bunny

Happy Easter Holidays! My children entered their school's annual Easter egg competition. The theme this year was 'Keen to be Green'. They decorated our two rubber band balls, transforming them into a bunny egg and decorating with found hair bobbles, slides and pennies.

 

They wrote an explanation explaining how we had all collected the rubber bands and other things over the last two years. They even stuck this message to a ruler they found on the pavement. And we oops they didn't even win a teeny tiny chocolate egg...not even a shaving or sliver of chocolate. How much keener to be green can you get? We keep our local streets around 88 free of rubber bands. It's a travesty we  they didn't win. An injustice!  I myself They really fancied the prize of a nice chocolate egg to tuck into at Easter. Some parents are so pushy!

 

 

 

OK - good, bad or indifferent?

The trouble with texts is that you can't hear them. You can't hear intonation, you can't hear the cadence in which your text is spoken. You can't glean from the sound of the text, the spirit in which the reply is returned.

Ponderings at 88 over a simple OK

I have sent two texts in the last few days to which the reply was 'OK'. Now is that an OK that's great, that's cool, that's absolutely at one with the world or is it an OK that is grumpy? Is it one which says that's OK but I'm not very happy with the situation; don't bother me again?

Most times I just move on but sometimes I spend ages pondering what type of 'OK' it is. I know the nature of texts is to be brief and to the point but sometimes I would like context, a happy cadence written into the reply. OK?

In 'vest' ments

I may be breaking new ground here for new subjects to blog about. I wonder if anyone has ever blogged about vests! We love them at 88 or should I say my two children do. It's unseasonably cold here with a bitter east wind - probably quite balmy compared with other northern climes but quite chilly for us Brits. My two are fine - they have their vests on.

They always wear short sleeved vests - it's a hangover from when I was a child and always had to wear a vest. When I became a mum it was just in my psyche that vests had to be bought and placed cocoon-like on my child in loving cosiness. A very good friend always teases me about the vests - even in really warm weather the vests are de rigueur. In fact the met office should consult with us at 88 as to whether it's officially a heatwave or not depending on whether the vests have been discarded or not.

My son won't wear a hat nor gloves nor a coat if he can get away with it but he won't go without his vest. In fact for Christmas they got long sleeved thermal vests - you can tell Christmas is exciting at 88! I have to prise the thermal vests off them to wash both vest and child because they keep them so warm and cosy. They truely are their investments except these are inner coverings.

I dread the day when they say 'No' to their vests. It will come I know. But until that day - hooray for the vest.