21.1

(day after)

Mariam collected S. at 9.30. Couldn’t find his book of records. He was constipated yesterday but emptied his bowels last nite and in the morning. Was happy & bubbly, excited to go out. Waving from the car with big smile.

Went to see nursery across the street. It’s called ‘Stars of Hope’. They’ve got picture of Obama in the window and big sign ‘YES WE CAN’, which made me laugh. It was very small, compacted room with two divisions (classroom and playroom), capacity 25 kids (with only 2places left, we’ve been told), only one kid was white and seemed bit like an outsider. Warm welcoming even though we mad ‘surprise visit’ (there was no telephone No. on the doors to call & make an appointment in advance). Been shown around & explained & introduced to head-staff (black old lady). No decent outdoor space, plans to build one. Interior was worn out and poor, kids happy. Uniforms. Decided not to register even though the location is great advantage. It was quite cheap and I didn’t have good feeling about it.

Made appointment to see another (Montesorri) nursery on top of Telegraph Hill. Closer to Brockley, more posh area, no bus (means 15min walk up to hill each morning) but might be better option in all departments.

He is still happy in Mariams place, enjoys play with kids and so on, but soon there will be not enough challenges for him and he’d be ready to start learning things so nursery would be good.

Got home later, both felt ‘out of the place’ with no intention to do anything whatsoever, apart of getting back to bad and sleep. But forced myself to do some phonecalls (e.g. jobcentre) , got our BT sorted and registered for Virgin internet. Started assembling IKEA furniture.

Things are not exactly bright and shiny, its gray and raining outside but we’re far from depression (STILL YET).

My time in internet cafe is running out and I haven’t done much. But then again – had my croissant and cafe so its not all so bad.

4 thoughts on “21.1

  1. bosorrka January 23, 2009 / 1:45 pm

    Neco se snad vzdy najde, treba prozatimniho. A rok muzes vydrzet nerodit( k 9 mesicum to je uz jen kousek:) ),alespon se telo zregeneruje, byt zaridi a manzel si neco taky najde, aby sis pak mohla dalsi materstvi nalezite uzit a nemuset pracovat hned..

  2. hanele January 24, 2009 / 10:11 pm

    Tak mým skoro pořád pocit, že něco hledáte a sháníte, takže já jen přeji, abys našla, co potřebuješ! A chtěla jsem ti napsat, že jsi úžasná, že dokážeš udržet nadhled a nepropadat se do depresí, i když k tomu okolnosti vybízejí. Přestala jsem některé blogy číst, protože někteří lidé už více než dva roky remcají, možná to neví, ale jsou unavení, ureptaní, nakrknutí. Ty ne. Drž se!

  3. spoon January 26, 2009 / 11:41 am

    bosorka: vis co ty penize zase nehrajou zas az tak velkou roli, hlavne zdravi, ale na krku viset statu taky nehodlam. Vracet se do Cech by mohlo ve vysledku znamenat to same v bledemodrem. Uvidime.Hanele: jo, je to takova ‘neverending story’. Skoro mam strach si zavolat s lidma ktery jsem nevidela nakej mesic, aby je vycet toho o co jsme stacili prijit nepolozil. Ale ono se to da podat ruznymi zpusoby…A vzdycky je na co se tesit a co pekneho si navzajem rict a podobne…

  4. spoon January 28, 2009 / 10:08 pm

    jeste o skolkach a skolachpostupne zjistuju jaky dalsi skolyskolkyjesle jsou v okoli a spolu s tim take to, ze ty ktery za neco stojej maj dlouhy ‘waiting listy’. V Playhouse Community Nursery na New Crossu ma hned 5 hvezdicek na servru ‘findmyschool.co.uk’ ale po telefonatu svesim hlavu. Ve skupine deti od 2let vys je prede mnou cekajicich 40 deti na ktere se uz nedostalo misto. Ach!!!Asi tam stejne vyplnim a podam prihlasku s registraci. Kdo vi co bude za 4mesice. (BOZE NEMUZU VERIT ZE UZ ZA 4MESICE MU BUDOU DVA ROKY!!!!!)

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