James Proclaims!

So, here we are, in the aftermath of one of the most seismic electoral shocks in living memory. Who’d have imagined that outcome, eh?

Of course I have no idea what I’m talking about. It may be the 8^th July where you are but I’m writing this from the vantage point of the 31^st May. Indeed, I only completed last week’s post on my laptop a few minutes ago before heading out into the garden with my children to enjoy the brief cameo of vaguely pleasant weather which has mostly been a stranger this week.

I hope you don’t mind dear reader but I am having to break off from writing occasionally to blow bubbles at the request of my eldest daughter, who is more than capable of blowing her own bubbles. My youngest, who lacks that particular skill is nonetheless keen to take on the baton and as a result one pot of bubble mixture has been lost to the paving slabs already. Fortunately, we are not short of bubble mixture. This is not my first bubble rodeo.

Mini Proclaims is manifestly more independent than her sibling and is just waiting for her developmental stage to catch up with her aspirations. Little Proclaims is further along the developmental journey but lacks any desire to do anything that she can’t get someone else to do for her. In some ways I feel both my children might go far but for very different reasons.

Since writing my last post, although very little time has passed, my life has not been without incident. Prior to making the move from inside to outside, Mini Proclaims thought it would be hilarious to take a gulp of water and then regurgitate it all over my leg. She’s only two, but she knew what she was doing. She’s quite the practical joker l. I’m hoping it’s just a phase. I am fearful it is not.

I have also been mildly frustrated by receiving a message from DPD claiming that they have attempted to deliver a parcel when in fact they have not. The photo they shared with me a proof of the attempt is not of my house. It’s not even of my street and I’m not sure there is conclusive evidence that it’s an image taken in the town I live in. I wasn’t especially waiting in for the delivery, but it is still irritating because I very clearly was in when they purport to have attempted the delivery.

Hopefully in the interim between me writing this post and publishing it, I will finally have received my package. That will give DPD over five weeks to sort it out. Not quite the ‘next day delivery’ I paid for but somewhat on a par with my experience of DPD to date. For the sake of balance, I should point out that other home delivery services are available. And they are all better than DPD.

After a week of largely wet weather, I am pleased to report that some of the grass seeds I spread on my largely weed infested lawn a while back have now turned into grass. It’s still an inconsistent covering. But there is hope that by the time the summer kicks in properly (which I may be naïve in believing will happen) I might have something approaching a lawn. That may well be the case when this post goes live, but alas I will not likely be updating any interested readers until long after the fact. Although if either of my readers is truly interested in the state of my lawn then I suspect they should try and find other interests.

Little Proclaims, for example, is more interested in pizza than the lawn. Specifically, the pizza that is currently in my fridge that she would very much like me to put in the oven. I have already lamented her lack of independence, but I suppose on balance it would be wrong of me to expect a five-year-old to operate an oven.

Although she is going to be six soon so maybe she needs to start stepping up…