Achilles Blog 55 – 30.9.14. All the good things about Noah – and strangers

My fame preceded me when the new term started a few weeks ago at St. W’s primary school… a young girl I didn’t recognise ran up to me as I sat in the special reading room in the junior school (where the Yr 2s are now based) and asked if I was the lady with the broken leg… as soon as I said yes… she ran off! Things seem to be getting tougher for the Yr 2s – lots of spelling tests and pretty intensive RE lessons (being that it’s a Catholic school I suppose). Poor Noah (7?) got banished to the reading room to complete his RE exercise on his own… and he only had 5 minutes to do it. He sat there twiddling his thumbs and since I was twiddling mine, I asked him what he had to do….I have to write down all the good things about Jesus he said. We found kind and loving in the textbook and then we sat there twiddling our thumbs again. Well… I said… I suppose if you think of the best ‘you’ you can be… maybe Jesus would be like that… what would the best Noah be like? Suddenly we got a whole slew of adjectives… including fun, gentle, patient, generous, good at football. I hope he got good marks….

Hmmm… I suppose bad habits are understandable if your body thinks it’s protecting itself…. stepping off the train and tube at the weekend saw me notice that I was still doing it heel first and effectively stamping, flat-footed onto the platform…banging my heel down wasn’t going to be doing it any favours. So I tried it toe-first….it can be done. Time to undo that bit of muscle memory I think….

Running around with Jay and niece H and her kids in the Princess Diana Memorial Park in Kensington posed no problem for my leg….on the way home on the tube, we got caught up in the large crowds of football fans from fierce north London rivals Arsenal and Tottenham, on their way to a 5.30 pm (i.e late) kick-off at the Emirates Stadium. There was nowhere for (the delightful) P (aged 4) to sit… but she happily accepted a comfortable seat on the lap of a lovely elderly football fan (pic) who reminded us somewhat of her late great-grandfather Tiggy……more power to H for not letting 4 children under 6 and a buggy stop her from getting around London (with the help of lots of kind strangers).

jx

poppy

About aintwegotitmade

Who am I?.......well, I'm getting to that age where I have to think about that before I answer... My name is J, I'm married to Jay and we live in the great city of London. I started this blog as an update to family and friends when I completely ruptured my Achilles tendon a few years ago (see The first post). I am so fortunate in every possible way...and in all honesty, I'm just using this blog to remind myself... Why is it called Ain't we got it made?: this is a line from one of my favourite songs (Sing Baby Sing - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtTgtkDLNys). Have I got it made? Well - I've got a roof over my head, running water right into my house, a fully-stocked supermarket round the corner, free and readily available healthcare; and I live with my lovely husband in a great city, in a beautiful country, where I feel safe and secure.... I rest my case. Fact or opinion: I am not an expert on anything… but I can confirm that everything in this blog is either fact or opinion. I hope to post regularly, mostly about things I find uplifting, positive, amusing, optimistic, important..or perhaps just about regular daily life...but I won't bother you too much. Thanks for stopping by... jx
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