Tuesday, 26 May 2015

The Tuesday Repose



Repose it is indeed as after a busy morning I need to place my blubber filled hulk into a chair and do nothing that taxes the intellect.  This I hear you cry should not take too much bother, and I find myself unable to disagree with that opinion at this moment in time.  
In this neck of the woods it is half term holiday and the schoolkids are filling the streets.  They also filled the museum this morning as we put on little happenings for them.  When I arrived I had not realised this was half term week, I thought it was next week, so I had to prepare for the crowds.  This would have been easier had my colleague turned up but he also was off this week, indeed two others were also leaving me at one end and her who must be obeyed at the other.
The shortage of materials means we must limit the numbers of kids, many have booked themselves in, most have previously paid, but as always others turn up on the day and we hope somebody drops out.  So while several happy mums and kids went through to the event (making volcanoes indeed!) I was met with several who were disappointed.  Hard hearted folks just say 'Too bad' but I felt rotten for the kids as they were a wee bit down, as were mum and a dad or two.  However as the sun shone for once many who bought the whole week ticket (£5 a session or £7 for a whole weeks events) did not bother to turn up, or indeed tell us they were not coming as some of them usually do, so I could send all my disappointed down to the other end.
The stress is killing!
The folks were good about this on the whole but one or two were peeved.  Once they got down there, cutting and pasting, filling and painting, making mess and having fun (mums and dads covered in paint also) they were all delighted and no complaints received.  Most will be back tomorrow!  
The exploding volcanoes (don't ask me how) were used last year and as popular then as now.  The kids thought it great and most took them home.  
Add to this the other customers passing through, the impossibility of leaving the front when I needed to several times, and shop customers actually spending money I found no time through the day to weary.  But I was weary at the end.  By the time I left after helping clear up, more paint on tables than on volcanoes, all was quiet.  How do teachers cope?  How do mums cope I wonder?  I canny mind what it was like to have kids running around, that was so long ago, and in the days of yore I had energy.  In fact several grans and granddads were in today being led by the nose by children.  The men especially were on a lead!  They will be delighted when the week is over!
Now, back to WW2...



8 comments:

Lee said...

Men need to be on leads...to stop them straying across the road to the pub!

the fly in the web said...

Sounds as is WW2 will be a rest cure after half term...

DIY volcanoes, eh? I bet they'd go down a bomb over here...

Kay G. said...

I am reading between the lines here and I suspect that you really LIKE children! Go on, admit it, you know you do!

Lee said...

It is true, Kay...now let's see if the Ad-Man denies it to be so! lol

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Instead of a motorized wheelchair, I am holding out for an ATV. Arlynda insists that I may be holding out for awhile. Sigh.

carolincairns said...

Busy is good!

Mike Smith said...

I can send my 4 grandkids down to keep you company...

Adullamite said...

Lee, How cruel!

Fly, WW2 is quiet I must say.

Kay, How dare you! I've never been so insulted!

Lee, Don't encourage her!

Jerry, A sofa is what you need!

Carol, Stopping is better.

Mike, NO! Thanks anyway....