Reduce, Reuse, Recycle…

Peppa Pig just reminded me that I wanted to join in with the Kindness Club’s post about Recycling this week…

I know that many countries are not so good about Recycling as ours, here in West Wiltshire we have a green bin for garden waste and a black bin for household waste, a recycling bin for tins, cans, bottles, paper, foil and old rags all collected from the curb and we have to take the cardboard and plastic bottles to the tip which also recycles most other household items safely such as old TV’s, fridges, furniture etc.

There is also a very active Free Cycle on line where you can place unwanted items for somebody to collect, along with the sunday Car Boot Sales which are also recycling really – there is very little you can not recycle here..

The Recycling lobby seems to have pitched it’s message at the younger generation with CBeebies the BBC’s under 6 channel practically brain washing children to Reduce Reuse Recycle as Bob the Builder tells us.

We join in and do our bit, the smalls both help flattening cardboard or bagging plastic bottles.

Our favourite recycling is the Scrap Store.

The scrap store is a charity that gather waste products donated from local companies, items which would be waste ordinarily but can be used by children to stick and glue, make something new. We get a bag to fill up and get shiny paper, bottle tops of varying kinds, felt, wool, paper, card – all sorts of wonderful stuff. The biggest problem with this is trying to think what to make with it all!

We have made many Christmas decorations, a shiny wind mobile, people puppets out of old thread cones and loads of collages.It is a real adventure to go and see what you can find as it is very different every time, they also do an out reach program bringing scrap out to the towns and villages and involving children in making play – it’s fab!

The best thing we ever had from the scrap store is a piece of floor lino which we put on the wooden coffee table or carpet to make our surfaces a little bit safer!

There are scrap stores all over the UK, Google them they are really great 😀

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Things your parents say…

You know those moments when you suddenly realise why your parents nagged you about things so much…

There were a few rules in my Mum and step Fathers house which caused some hilarity and tension at the time but now I can put my hand up and say – Yes! you were right…

We were not allowed salt on our food, it was apparently used in the cooking and our food therefore required no further seasoning.

Toilet paper was on ration, we were only supposed to use two pieces, which I imagine was fine for the boys but not so good for us girls…

We had to be on time, on pain of Death…


As I am now the adult (allegedly) I can appreciate that with a house full of teenagers some rules had to exist or the hell that broke loose with alarming frequency would have been too terrible to live with…

I don’t cook with salt. I might if a recipe demands it put a little in but it is rare, we also don’t add it to our food.  Like all things it has it’s place, in moderation…

I’m always surprised how quickly toilet paper just vanishes in our house, now the little lady is using the loo a roll can go in a morning – I kid you not!  I questioned how much paper she was using and she said the ladies at nursery said “you have to use lots and lots” I told her that was fine at nursery but at home you “just use 4 pieces” and smiled quietly to myself at how generous I am.

Here in blighty we are into the school holidays and I thought having the smalls with me all week for 6 weeks would be a tough call, since May I have started to enjoy a little me time each week, so far though it has been really great and it has made me realise what a slave to the clock mornings are.

Instilled from an early age never to be late, it causes a mild panic in me if it looks like we are not going to be on time. I’m the woman that turns up to the airport 2 hours before the check in desk opens so I can be happy we got there – well, traffic can be terrible you know…  Getting ready for nursery with a two and three year old takes organisation and persuasion and shouting, well mostly shouting..

But I hate being late and would prefer to be early…

Last week was a dream, no nursery to rush about to get too, no appointments our playdates were both at 10am and when you have been up by 5am that really wasn’t that hard…  I might even be looking forward to the next 5 weeks….

Image from Flickr Creative Commons by Cristian V – Fourteen Past Ten

Everyday, I love you..

I have been struggling with the last few weeks of the Kindness Club, not because I don’t say sorry (week 6) because I do frequently and I do try and use my mobile with respect to others (week 7) (I haven’t made a phone call outside my house for about 3 weeks!) But because I have terrible memory retention and just can’t call up examples of things like this happening to me, I know they have but I get brain blur,  I’m struggling to complete the “It seemed like a good idea at the time” meme too for just this reason…

Complimenting people everyday is a toughy too, in my life as a stay at home Mum I don’t see a huge amount of folk, I don’t deal with crowds and noise well so playgroups are difficult for me, a lot of the ladies I met when the children were born have gone back to work in some form but I admit that I am happy with my own company and could do more to interact with people if I wished.

There are two people in my life who I believe in complimenting at every opportunity,  every success no matter how small, every picture, every dance, every song… “Well done, what a fantastic picture” “Brilliant eating!”  I tell my children every chance I get, “You are beautiful and I love you”.

This, as any mother will appreciate is harder than you would think, my daughter at 3 and a half thinks it’s ok to do what she wants even when told other wise and my son at 2 does whatever his sister tells him, in between tantrums and naughtiness, exploring and jumping down the stairs (from the middle), my saying “no!” a zillion times a day, my trying to calmly explain to someone screaming in my face that ice cream is not suitable for breakfast, dealing with a full on steaming nappy at 5am with matchstick keeping my eyes open, daddy bellowing because someone is too loud, too bossy, throwing stones in the pond, talking with their mouth full etc (he only has two settings 1.calm 2.bellowing very loudly) It’s a wonder that any compliments come their way at all!

But of course they do and I try and only say it when I mean it which is often, because they are beautiful and I love them.

Foot note:- I have been paying compliments to all sorts of people I have met/chatted to this week more in keeping with Susie’s idea but this was the post that “wanted” to be written, whats a girl supposed to do 😀

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You are beautiful by Curiousillusion on Flickr

Stress reduction kit by Progamwitch on Flickr

Old Tales

This week I had a bit of trouble with The Kindness Club suggestion of visiting the Elderly, not because I don’t actually know any one Elderly enough in my community to foist myself and the smalls on for half an hour, although that is true, but because until recently I had my own special elderly couple to visit, my grandparents.

I used to take the children to visit Nana and Gramp every couple of weeks. Before the smalls came along and I worked in the area they lived I used to pop in for lunch on Fridays.  It didn’t take a lot to set them off on a tale or two about the war or the family and I would sit and listen, fascinating stuff. I would give a fair amount to be able to sit with them for a little while again.

Sadly they have both gone now, Gramp at 91 4 years ago and Nana at 93 2 years ago, I miss them very much, often.

A soon as I get my lappy back I shall pop in a picture.

Mummy Role Model

Week 3 of the Kindness Club

Yea! I’m a model!

Imagine me with my 6ft graceful and painfully thin frame gliding down the catwalk in Jimmy Choos swishing my perfectly straight long hair and gazing seductively through my almond doe eyes *POP* whoops the bubble just burst!

Not that kind of model, I’m a role model, almost everything my toddlers have learned I have taught them to some degree, I taught them to wave, to clap, to coast the furniture, to walk, to talk and it’s also up to me and of course Daddy to make sure they learn how to behave in society.

A small part of that behaviour is politeness in requesting things with a please and then showing gratitude with “thank you”, a small part perhaps but it’s like a cog that keeps everything around them turning. I seem to be constantly reminding my daughter “magic words” or “ask me again, you missed something” or standing there with her desired object looking expectant until she remembers what I need from her.   At 3.5 she is actually pretty good at getting it right and I put this down to the fact that whenever we are out together interacting with other people I’m pretty good at it too!

Our little man just recently turned two, he is slower to talk than our daughter at the same age and sometimes slower to grasp what is expected of him which some how makes it all the more of an achievement when he screws his eyes up tips his head to one side and says “eeeeeeeese!” when he wants something and it warms my heart every time I get “an-koo Mummy”

At the ages they are now saying please and thank you are a constant lesson so trying to do it more often was difficult!

It did remind me of our trip to America a few years ago where I found that the differences in culture were never more pronounced then in asking for things in shops and cafes, queuing up for coffee one day I was surprised  to listen to the people in front of me asking “Can I get a coffee” “Can I get a do-nut” etc it was the same thing over & over, then they would pay and leave. I have noticed it on the TV in shows since too, it seems to be a normal way to ask for things over there (please correct me if I’m wrong).   I got to the front of the queue and said my usual “Please may I have 2 coffees” you should have seen the grin on the servers face (his name badge said he was from Australia – all staff at the resort had badges with there name home town and country) maybe he fancied me 😉 I’d like to think it was because I said Please.

So this week as  well as remembering to use my P’s & Q’s, reminding the smalls to use theirs, I have tried to listen to see if others do here in my small corner of Blighty – it’s disappointing isn’t it. *shakes head ruefully* it doesn’t take a lot to be polite….

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From Flikr by Spider blue, End of coffee break