In an attempt to think clearly for myself, I have dared to take the step of putting a few little bits of legal writing up on the web – this time, not for any firm I work for, but for me.
This might lead to an outbreak of pomposity. Of course, it just might be me rehearsing explanations. Which may be the same. Or marking time. Or some other such waffle.
One thing that always bothers me is that lawyers guard their knowledge and experience so tightly to their chests. And so the ordinary man goes round with an idea of what might be legal or effective gained largely from either his newspaper or a conversation over the garden fence, or down the pub. Huge decisions, sometimes erroneous, can be made in this way.
You will find me under burdettrogers on twitter as well.
Things seem to be moving along so fast that it’s hard to keep track.
Ben has now got his place for primary school confirmed – I now have to check on the intake day so I can get it as early as possible. Also worry about uniform.
This means the statement will be finalised with that school name on it. Have not see the final version, just the pre-final draft.
Ben’s digestive issues seem to be changing, fingers crossed, so less lactulose. It’s been 6 months of bowel-torment for him.
I am making jewellery. I am decluttering. I am ironing clothes, I am attempting to keep the floors clean(ish). And the cats de-flead.
Diet has fallen by the wayside, so I need to work on that a bit.
Garden has been weeded and mulched (go me) Now I need to make proper edges and work out a way of keeping them neat. And I need to do the same to the front garden.
So far, these are all positive things to feel glowing about.
I am quite pleased – not only did I manage to achieve a haircut at the start of this week, but also:
I now manage to fit into my new “small” jeans – the original jeans are now huge, the “smaller -1” size look big, and the smaller -2 size look quite ample and roomy. I know they have a certain amount of stretch in the denim, but still, good improvement – I am now on size-3: I do not need to lie on my back to do them up, and I can sit down comfortably – Kay says they are therefore not too tight…
I may be going to get a job – a very small part time job which may grow in time. Might be good though.
I have completed the form for the primary school selection for B
I have made a bracelet (go me for being so creative)
I have cleaned the bathroom – boo, I hate cleaning the bathroom, and the decalcing spray gives me a sick headache… I want a water softener to make cleaning the shower less of a chore
I have sorted and put away loads (literally loads) of laundry
Today I have been mostly doing:
unpacking ebay purchases. Approval from son.
ringing the gardener who did such a good job (why can’t I link his details? because he does not have a website) for a recommendation on a plumber – he said he would let me know by Friday
chasing up the lakeland order that I made last month
feeding the boy
pouring lots of water over the chillis, tomatoes and courgettes, but need a bigger watering can, because the one I have is ridiculously small…
making the new iphone do what I could not make it do last night – syncing the apps I wanted.
things still to do:
round up the remaining bits of crockery round the house and get the dishwasher on.
see if I can carry the laundry downstairs and get that on.
wind the clock
whilst Ben is sitting comfortably on the sofa, drawing on the megasketch, do some tidying.
I think Ben is coming down with something – he was very hot this morning when I got him out of bed – or rather when I roused him from the floor, where he was surrounded by cuddly toys. He has been quite unusually quiet today – he has voluntarily snuggled under a blanket and is watching same smile for the second time, without any apparent sign of boredom. And drawing.
Having filled in the UK 2011 census yesterday, here is my response to the meme
I am married and have a toddler who may have learning difficulties, as yet undiagnosed. My marriage is happy, and I am a housewife, living at home. I am about to start an OU course. My legal career is almost entirely dormant. We live with two cats in a semi near Slough.
I am in a relationship, but live alone. I sail frequently, and live in a small flat in Suffolk. I am lonely. I am miserable in my training contract to be a solicitor, which is due to complete in August. I have a computer, and have made friends through a newsnet group.
I am in boarding school in Hertfordshire. I am just about to get suspended for leaving the school grounds and going to a pub. I have written sonnets, and love English literature, which I have applied to study at University. My A levels are looming. I have decided that social norms are for hypocrites and that being non-conformist is the only true way. I live The Cure and smoke on the balcony or behind the boiler shed.
I live at home with my mother and brother. This year is when my parents divorce, a not-so-clean break that lasts for approximately 10 more years of acrimony. I am aware of Bobby Sands, the hunger striker, but curiously uninterested in the Royal Wedding, that happens later this year, and which I am forced to watch. I am at a less than academic school, where my mother teaches. I am often bored and stare out of the window. I have already got in trouble for leaving a clove of garlic in the inkwell. I learn to swim here, in a cold outdoor swimming pool. I also start to soak up knowledge by myself – this is the time when I start to learn about Thomas Moore, when I am nearly scared by adult and peer pressure into posing nude in a drawing class, where I learn about tennis lessons, and how much they cost, and watch my mother balance her checkbook on the kitchen table. This is the year I learn about living frugally, and how terribly deadening it is. We have a black and white television, with a button for tuning it.
having made elderberry wine, what’s the next project?
I’m thinking carrots…