Handmade Happiness and The Mintons
I have really enjoyed buzzing around to all your blogs and finding out more about the swappers, who are once again from all round the world. If you don't hear from your partner within the next few days, or can't find them, please do let me know. Other than that, this is the October Edition Swap, so please get your magazines plus a little card or note out to your partners by early October. Obviously, packages crossing the Atlantic or the Equator will take longer, so do be patient with your partner if you are far apart! And have lots of fun, and post about the magazine you receive, and let me know when you've posted about it! That's all I have to say on the subject, I think.
So now, magazines are colourful and read all over, but to go back to the original ancient joke, what's black and white and red all over? A newspaper - of course- and you know that newspapers are part of my Rentrée resolution, and perhaps you also know that I am getting overwhelmed with the amount of recycling this creates! (Sorry Serenata, no go on the guinea pigs much as I adore them.)
But here is one newspaper which put in sterling service yesterday, in the doctor's waiting room. First I read it. Then Son 1 read the bits that had caught his eye while I was reading it. Then we played noughts and crosses. Then we played hangman. Then the hangman got a bit crazy:
Then we occupied ourselves with colouring in each 'hole' in a letter in a different way. Son 1 briefly developed this technique to include appropriate illustrations for each headline - tools inside this article about an Airbus mechanic.Then we found a green page and I issued the instruction: Draw anything as long as it's green. We enjoyed the results. Anyone spot Gordon the Green Engine?After about two hours (the first spent reading, the second on the newspaper) we were on to anagrams and number puzzles: And Greek (sigh).
By about the third hour of waiting I was being sent plaintive messages (which you may or may not be able to read):
And finally, after 3 and a half hours, we got in and were given impeccable treatment! I guess it's one of my previously unwritten resolutions to take the boys to the doctor whenever they are ill - it's the French way, and is so against my 'leave it alone and it will get better' NHS mentality. But I've noticed that French children miss fewer days of school, so I'm going full-on with French medical behaviour this year. Until I change my mind, I suspect - watch this space...