Outside my front door - the Gallery Week 5

This week's Gallery theme at Tara's from Sticky Fingers is 'outside my front door'.

Blog hiatus due to rollerbooting horror - warning does mention skull fracture...

Out of necessity this is a short post. I apologise if some of it makes little sense and the grammar/spelling is poor. I am injured, damaged, not quite myself...

My dear sister has bought us both a pair of roller boots in a vain attempt to make up for virtually stealing my old pair off me when we were just young lasses. She promised to come roller-booting with me and O on the local viaduct, where people bike, walk, ride horses and roller-boot like crazy motherfuckers so that I would not look like a fool on my own. On Sunday it was a lovely sunny day - the kind of day where you think, "Let's get the roller boots on and watch the years roll back!". Sadly my beloved sister backed out, leaving me, O and my other half, M, to go it alone.

A rant about school

I am so angry this evening - school-based incompetency has got me hopping mad. As I'm a part-time working mum, O goes to after-school club one evening per week. They pick him up from school, walk him across the road to the village hall and look after him until I come to collect him after work. This week I'd changed one of my working days, so he was due to go to after-school club today instead of his usual Friday.

Five things that O said this week...

1. Driving to swimming lesson. Five year old O, in indignant tones: Mummy, do you know that you're polluting the planet right now?

85, 35, 5....

This week the theme for Tara's Gallery over at Sticky Fingers is Numbers. I thought long and hard about this one - so many options and photos to choose. There are some fantastic posts up already - it is such a treat wandering through them.

The one where I bought a shopping trolley...

We've been to IKEA - and I enjoyed it. It seems wrong to be typing that phrase, but there you have it. It was not as much fun as the time I went to IKEA with O and my three pregnant friends and we played in the little rooms, pretended to cook, lolled about on weirdly shaped chairs and generally lived the Swedish existence of our dreams.

Beauty - for the Gallery @ Sticky Fingers

Tara at Sticky Fingers has started a new feature called The Gallery. The idea is for bloggers to post photographs on a particular theme. There is a new theme every other Friday and the idea is for people to be able to view some of the really good photography that is out there in blogland.

The theme for the first Gallery is Beauty. Some wonderful photos have already been posted on a variety of topics.

Sex, violence, bad language and Curious George

O's off school today with a sickness bug. It started yesterday when we were at the dentist and he nearly chucked up on the poor dentist. I endured my scale and polish in an agony of dread, thinking that hurling was imminent - luckily he managed to keep it down. I think they might have taken away his Batman 'no cavities' sticker if he had chundered.

My real mummy...

I'm a bit obsessed with my hair of late... *avoids cries from nearest and dearest who have put up with my hair moans for the best part of two years*

The weird thing about my post-chemo hair is its excessive curliness. I was a long-haired gal with a slight wave before the evil chemo made it all fall out and I liked it. There are many stories to be told about the day my hair went and the day my lovely friends held my hand, held me tight and helped me through the shock of having it all shaved off, but I think that's for another time.