Yesterday we had the pleasure of running the cafe at the monthly village market. This was the bright idea of our next door neighbour to help raise funds towards the charity triathlon the kids are all doing later in the year. The idea was we would get them involved, they would learn the value of working for your money and we would not have to ask so many people to cough up a donation. Ha ha . What happened in reality was that izzy conveniently got a pass as she had a party, Finn was about as much use as a chocolate teapot, until it came to eating cake of course, and Abi and Grace started well but faded fast! Before we'd even opened they were all 'starving' despite having just had breakfast, and with cake everywhere it was almost impossible to stop them from standing so close as to put off anyone else! Abi was supposed to be on the tills, but when I turned round to check her she was nowhere near and gassing on the phone to Amanda! They were clearly having a lovely chat but she was supposed to be working - it doesn't bode well for the future...
After taking about £5 more than we'd spent out on cakes for a whole mornings work we consoled ourselves on the fact that at least we'd done something for the village and headed home. Desperate to blow out some cobwebs we ignored the tail end of Storm Doris and took the kids with their bikes to Salisbury Plain. I will admit that what I thought would be a fad has lasted so far quite well. They are loving being able to bomb round the open spaces and are beginning to learn some technique. That said I was a bit taken aback when Glenn said the way back was just to 'drop down that hill over there and then we're pretty much there'. The little hill in question looked like a sheer drop to me and clearly the kids agreed. Abi literally threw her bike at me and said "you do it Mummy" as though I was perfectly capable of riding down a vertical drop of liquid mud and hold it together.... I gallantly held the bike until Glenn came back and did it for us!
The nice thing is we can take the dogs with us and Freya is loving all this new found fun. She and Bertie roar around together like idiots, racing after the bikes and getting completely worn out. The on,y downside as far as Freya is concerned is the fact that all this walking always ends up with her getting washed off or rubbed down. As far as she is concerned this is completely unacceptable and often dives into the flower pots which are currently stacked up near the back door while we deal with the Hampshire equivalent of Deep Water Horizon. Other than this she's been great with only one major incident where she managed to mess inside today - a definite blot of her copy book. Hopefully an isolated aberration and not to be repeated. She certainly got the message from a very miffed Glenn that it wasn't to be repeated. Watching the two dogs together though is just lovely - they are inseparable already, with Freya tucking up next to Bertie on their bed, often almost on top of him, very sweet. Kerrie and Ryan stopped by yesterday to meet her and we had to check her bag twice before they left to make sure she wasn't going to get stolen!
So back to work again already - blink and Sunday night is upon us. At least we are over the 'post week off back to work blues' - the way the year is speeding by it will be the summer holidays before we'd know it!
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