Seven Thirty Sunday

When I woke up at about 7.30 it's was misty outside - it was almost a shock as the weather we have been having lately has been like early summer, not autumn.

I grew up and still live in suburbia, and I love the views created by terraced houses, TV aerials, roofs and interlocking garden walls. I love the orange of street lamps, the glow of light through firmly drawn curtains, and the sound of people walking by the house at night. I couldn't live in a village or the countryside. In the suburbs, we live in a strange way, lots of people packed into small spaces, all in our little box-like houses side by side, hidden behind our front doors. Strange though it is, I find it comforting and very beautiful.

Betsy and Chris watched New Zealand beat Australia in the Rugby world cup which started at 9am which seems unnatural and wrong for any sort of World Cup match. I love seeing New Zealand do the 'Haka' and though I didn't watch the game, or know anything about Rugby, I can't help rooting for New Zealand because of it.

Quiet in the house because Al was still at my brothers. Betsy did her maths homework with a lot of help from Chris. It's got much harder recently - presumably to prepare them for SATS - and she needs a lot of support.

I took her over to a friends house for lunch. He has just moved and I felt very sad when I got back. He now lives a 30 minute drive from us and inevitably will go to a different secondary school. He has been a very important friend for Betsy since the age of about six, and I feel very sorry to think they might drift apart as they change schools. Lots of her friends will go to different schools, and l'm sure she will lose touch with some, but they will all still live close by. And none of them have meant as much to her as this friend.

With the children both out on Saturday evening, it means Sunday evening is a catch up of our favourite TV shows: Strictly Come Dancing, Merlin, Harry Hill's TV Burp and (for Al), You've Been Framed. Did lots of my hexagon blanket as we watched.

For the grown ups there is X Factor (I am addicted after that weekend at Nibs') and Downtown Abbey. Not as good as series one but still unmissable. What a tellybox-fest. Later I'm planning to secretly look at dogs on-line because my long-term longing for a pet Pug is getting out of control. Though this afternoon I read that a Pug puppy costs £1,000 so I think I'm going to have keep longing.