When I have run out of reading matter, have done the mind games in The Times - and read it from cover to cover- done the Crossword and done various jobs around the house/garden, there comes a point when I need something to do. I make myself take a walk round the block even though I have probably already been on my feet too long so that the walk is painful to do. This morning at half past eight my order from Tesco came. The delivery driver unloaded it into plastic boxes in my garage and I spent the next two hours disinfecting it all and putting it all away. I find this very tiring.
An hour's rest with my feet up and then lunch before that walk. Sausages left from yesterday with wilted spinach, chantenay carrots and Majorcan new potatoes (delicious) followed by what was left of the rhubarb today served with evaporated milk.
So what to read? I am waiting for another of Carol Drinkwater's Olive Farm books to arrive so turned to my rereading of Arthur Ransome's Swallows and Amazons books. They are easy reading and I love them. So far Winter Holiday and We Didn't Mean to go to Sea. Starting Swallows and Amazons it struck me just how life has changed for children (not that these were 'normal' children anyway). Terribly middle class/boarding school educated - many children must have read these books over the years with a kind of envy. I doubt many children had this kind of freedom, even in those days. But they are escapist.
How did we play in those days? Middle class I certainly wasn't. Never went hungry - in fact always ate well - and always had enough clothes (and always a complete new outfit for Sunday School Anniversary) - had a new bike for my birthday when I was old enough to go off on it - always had pocket money. That was our standard of living. But of course I came to the Arthur Ransome books as a mum, not as a child. As a child, in the school holidays we went off together on our bikes, sandwiches (meat paste or jam) piece of cake and bottle of water, down to the beck a couple of miles from home with a jam jar and a fishing net to see what we could catch,or to paddle in the shallow water or just to laze on the bank until time to return home for tea. (always best to keep out of the way because parents could always find work for idle hands in the school holidays).
Of course there was little traffic on the roads in those days so cycling along with all that paraffinalia was quite safe. Cossies might be taken if the weather was really hot (wasn't it always in those days?)
'Every dog has its day' they say and didn't we just. There was no staying at home staring at a screen all day. I really do think we had a wonderful childhood in those days, don't you?