Busyknitter

This is the picture gallery for Witcomb’s cycles. Third bike down is the actual bike they built for me last year.

Looks like we already have a solution to the respite care problem   A mum who lives a couple of streets away (two of her boys are at the same school as S) has stepped forward. She already knows T well having helped us on an informal basis a couple of summers ago so I know she will look after him really well. She’s been working full time for the past year but is about to finish, so the timing is working out just right.

 Saxophone: progress is slow and squeaky. I can now churn out a basic scale and a few tunes, but it’s going to take a lot of practice to start producing a nice sound. I think being already proficient at another wind instrument is turning out to be a disadvantage. The fingering is so similar to the recorder that I’m finding myself wanting to try music that is far too advanced for me, simply because I know where to put my fingers. I’m going on a weekend residential with a whole gang of women from my church in a couple of weeks. Those of us who play instruments are planning to take them and there’s going to be at least one other sax. Citizens of East Lancashire, you have been warned!

Work are sending me on a development programme with a difference – Matrix . We’re just over half way through. I could probably spend a week rattling on about some of the fascinating places I’ve been to and the people I’ve met. But yesterday was something special, as we spent the whole day in a mosque in Burnley. At the end of the day when we’d finished our activities, we were given a tour of the mosque and attended the teatime prayer session. We were explicity invited to pray according to our own religion if we wished. So I did.

 Finally, here are some photos of the Knitting family’s Easter trip to Barley. Still can’t believe we were happily paddling before the trees had even come into leaf. 

Oh B****r! 

T’s respite carer (who is Practically Perfect in Every Way and lives in the next street) is pregnant.  

Right. I expect that got your attention. I said sax……..

Like it?  Well it takes a bit more puff than the treble recorder, but the basic fingering is very similar so hopefully I’ll get the hang of it soon. Today was day 2 and I managed a recognisable rendition of “Oh when the saints go marching in”.

Main problem is that I’m only allowed to practice between tea-time and T going to bed.

Christ is Risen. Alleluia!

Finally, finally my older son S has decided to do something about his fussy food habits. He’s always been what you might describe as a nightmare eater; no sauces, no wet food in general, no veg, no salad, no bread but sliced white, no no no. You get the picture.

Goodness only know what’s behind it. Clearly I’m a bad mother who allows her children to use mealtimes as a manipulative battleground so we won’t dwell on that. Me, I think there are some sensory issues and a very slowly developing palate. I do recall that I was an incredibly fussy eater as a child and drove my poor mother to distraction for years.

The past year has seen a little progress and the gradual introduction of a few extra foods. And yesterday a revolution happened.

S and my husband arrived home from a three day trip to Italy. Though they’d had a good time, Mr. BK could not hide his frustration and irritation with S’s attitude to food on the trip and told him in no uncertain terms that there would be no more trips until he sorted himself out.  After all what’s the point of a trip to Venice if you can’t relax in a nice restaurant in the evening. The combination of this threat, the fact that at nearly 13 he does seem to be hungry all the time and a sudden and genuine realisation that his eating habits actually marred his dad’s enjoyment of the holiday flicked a switch in his brain.

Yesterday evening, bolognese sauce was eaten with the pasta (for the first time ever!) Today we went for a pub lunch and S munched his way through a few slices of granary bread (for the first time ever!), asked for a side salad (for the first time ever!) and ate it (for the first time ever!). What’s more he enjoyed them all

 I’ll have him eating olives before the month is out. MWAHAHAHAHA!