Tearoom 35: Sun, sea and sand...(990 Posts)
This breathtakingly beautiful island has unspoilt powdery white sand beaches, crystalline turquoise waters that wash over pristine coral reefs, and verdant green rainforest.
Scuba diving, snorkelling, kayaking and sailing trips are available and you can discover the island's charms on foot (with or without Mellors the guide) by mountain bike or private island buggy.
For those in need of pampering the spa offers a selection of luxurious treatments to soothe and heal both body and soul.
For dining, enjoy a freshly prepared meal at the tearoom, a picnic on the beach, or a delicious dinner in the oceanfront restaurant with its stunning sea views. There is , and good company, everybody is welcome.
indeed MT, and I didn;t fall off, nearly, but not quite. I did get off and walk/ run up a few slippery slopes. tho by the end I was managing to ride up one that had foxed me to start with. Thank you to the marshall who suggested I drop my tyre pressure.
tonight I shall attempt to join a webinar, first for me and I'm not very techy so it may not work. Laters, taters
Sandwiches made with all of the left overs will shortly be available to all that would like something to nibble on.
ohh, a turkey and pumpkin butty, lovely.
Happy thanksgiving for yesterday scout.
Boy is getting into reading his current book, tonight reading was most dramatic at times, lots of shouting in all the right places.
Last (full) night in American Scout Camp.
sob with you scout. Are you having smores for supper?
I've just done my US relatives Christmas shop. Am hoping that a lb of cinnamon jelly beans go down well, along with jaffa cakes, PG tips , curly wurly bars and malteasers.
No, we had steaks instead (yum!). They're a treat since we're in the land of cattle not the land of sheep (though I admit I love lamb, too).
Even without all of the awesome Black Friday bargins/shopping of years passed we still see to have too much stuff to take back.
I always feel sad when I leave.
Back in England. Feels strange and we weren't gone that long. Sometimes feels like I'm both home and not home in both countries. A very weird feeling.
welcome back to one of your homes.
Had a slightly strange invite today- got asked if I was going to the school staff christmas dinner... er, no, I replied, I'm not working at school this term.
Guess I must just be around sooooo much as a parent volunteer ( afterschool club and school play) that boys class TA thinks i'm on the payroll.
I can't believe SB opened Day 7 of his Advent Calendar today. Where has December gone?!
UniS, wouldn't the TA see you in the Teachers' Lounge, at Staff Meetings, etc. if you were on the payroll?
I guess it was my brief appearance in the staff room ( I was after the village hall keys , so I could rig some lights for the school play) that prompted her to ask me. I'll not be going, its the day before DH's choir dinner. Can't face two pub blow out dinners in a row.
I've a tale to share with the tea room. not that ist specially for the tea roomers, but I can;t think who else to share it with.
Between 9 and 4 years ago I did bit of work in a secondary school each December, the same school, doing the same project each year. Each year the school would assign a few students to do " work experience" with us ( me and Y and W, three different specialists) on the project. Often these kids were talented musicians, or IT whizzkids , bright sparky high achievers. One year the student ( lets call him Jon) who worked with me was not in that mould, rather he was a quirky kid, picked on and teased for being odd, socially gauche and rather young for his age, no great shakes academically but plodding along a vocational pathway. He was bit of a pain to work with and talked incessently , but it seemed Jon had been taken in by the relevant teacher and was being kept away from bullying by keeping him busy at lunchtimes. So I attempted to teach him some techie skills and involve him in the project.
I didn't work on that project for a few years, till today, when I was back , same project, slightly different role, same school. There was a young man working for the school , responsible for keeping the project going in the next week, in short he was in a role I used to be in 4/5 years ago. I didn't recognise him & asked his name.
" I'm J" he said " I'm back for the week" ,
"back? " I asked.
"yes, I work in London, the job Y gave me a reference for "
Seeing I still didn't recognise him, he pulled out his driving licence.
" I've changed a bit, I used to look like this"
It was Jon. What a difference 4 years had made. the nervy , over chatty, clueless kid was now a young man, full of confidence in what he was doing, making a living in a job he likes, attending college part time for a craftsmans qualification. Willing to spend part of his holiday helping out at his old school.
There isn't really a point to this story. I guess not all kids who are picked on at school will bounce back like Jon has done, but some will , and I'm really pleased Jon has. I'm also really pleased he has gone into my line of work and is making his living at it at only 19. He has the same entry level job that I had at that age, and it was the start of a life time of work for me. I hope he is as lucky.
Awww, that's sweet UniS.
<<Wipes away a small tear>> I'm overly emotional right now, anyway (usually am when I return from home) so don't mind me.
Unis that's a lovely story.
I've missed the tearoom, seems to be very quiet recently. We are entering 'final week madness' at school with a succession of nativities, parties, strange finishing times and about a dozen other things that I'm liable to forget between now and Friday.
I have one very ready-to-burst-with-the-excitement-of-it-all four year old who just can't wait, I'm so excited for Christmas. He's really into it this year and every time we go out and someplace has some Christmas decorations up he squeals "It feels so Christmas here!" We went with Mom to see Santa (it has a become a tradition -- the Sunday after Thanksgiving we go to see Santa and have lunch with my Mom) and SB keeps telling us he asked for "Presents" for Christmas. That's NOT helpful in finding out what he would really like (and when we ask he answers in the same way -- PRESENTS!). It's been the same "Santa" since SB first started going to an <<gasp>> American Santa -- the first time, when SB was 13 months, Santa told me he was the first <<insert SB's RL name here>> he had ever met. This year, at 4 yrs 1 mth, my Mom overheard Santa saying he couldn't understand SB's accent and where was he from. I foresee an overly excited, not going to go to sleep, SB on Christmas Eve. I guess it would be payback for doing it to my Mom at around the same age.
D'oh, italics fail. I meant to do italics and did bold. SORRY!
Unis - lovely story! Its good when things turn out like that. I coached a young string quartet one summer course - the first violinist was brilliant so I didn't bother with him - I concentrated on getting the other three to make music with the accompaniment. The cellist (who was a bit of a teenage tearaway I think) said after the end of the course that it had completely changed his experience of playing and the course which was lovely - probably in a similar way.
We're in the countdown Chaos. Just to add to the fun, I sang in a dedication of a statue in a Lady Chapel service on Saturday morning which basically took me out of normal service for most of Saturday. Decided I couldn't face the carols on Sunday evening and just turned up for the rehearsal instead. Messiah (no rehearsals at all !!!) this evening. Carols tomorrow evening. Christmas play at school Wednesday followed by Carols in church the choir is associated with. Carols rehearsal on Sat (going to miss some of it) and again on Sun for School carol service on Sunday evening - probably should try to make the local church carol service rehearsal on Sunday morning too as I've not managed to make any of them yet. Had to make DS a 'ghost' costume from a sheet last night - I was blowed if I was going to ruin a perfectly good sheet with cutting a hole for his head so its carefully sorted into a poncho arrangement with special places for his hands... House in chaos still and we have 10 people descending for Christmas - with 4 of them staying.
Getting SB to sign Christmas cards is a long process. Told him they are for his two best friends and he practically grabbed the pen from me, signed his name on both cards and wrote his friends names on the envelopes.
Might a packet of chocolate buttons help? I found that MC would sometimes even forget to eat one in between bits of 'writing for a button' or similar exercises...
He likes showing me his "good letters" but is fed up of the repetition of Christmas cards. We do one of something he wants to do in exchange for two cards. So... One CBeebies game, two cards, one page in his stickers magazine/book, two cards, etc. We're nearly there. I'm only having him sign his friends cards and those for the extended family -- I'll sign his name for MrScout's friends' cards as they're mostly childless and wouldn't appreciate the efforts of me getting him to sign/his four year old scrawl.
SB clearly listens to me. This afternoon, in the middle of our card-writing and sticker-magazine-doing session he climbed onto my lap, put his arms around me and said "I'm your favorite son, Mommy." Yes, SmallBoy, you are definitely my favorite son.
I often tell him he's my favorite son. And when we're having a rough time, and especially when I need to apologize to him, I often tell him that I'm not a perfect Mommy and he's not a perfect son but that we're the perfect Mommy and son for each other and that I wouldn't trade him for anyone. (Usually then we can hug and move on from whatever the issue was and have a better time.)
well done of getting Sboy signing cards.
Mistle I think your christmas prep sounds busier than mine. I have a lighting ig up for school play, which will then be used for a dance on saturday. I picked up an extra microphone for church today to try out on sunday , ad I need to borrow another at the end of the dance, Church instant nativity is on sunday, followed by final choir practise. Oh and tehre is a chruch bazaar that I need to wrap lots of luckydip presents for by Saturday. I'm running a tiddly winks lucky dip. you win the prize you tiddle your wink onto.
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