Today has been a bit rubbish in terms of moving-to-the-countryside-will-be-fabulous-ness.
I am well aware that I come across a bit - well- frosty, perhaps. There are two main reasons for this 1) I look moody when I don't smile and 2) I am usually incredibly nervous about meeting new people and sometimes this comes over as incredibly-laid-backness.
So when I took No 1 to school today, first time through the right doors with all the other parents (we were let in through the school office yesterday, being his first day), I made a point of being smiley and saying hello to people, saing "gosh, that's lovely" at the union flag outfits and princess crowns and so on that the kids were allowed to bring to school.
But nothing. Not a smile back from a single parental-type. No 1 was off running round playing tag with his new friends and I was the one in the corner, gripping on to No 2 for some sort of comfort.
Anyway, at home time No 1's teacher asked if she could have a word. Turns out No 1 had a "rather sad lunchtime". He's been "hurting" people - playfighting but not stopping when they asked him to - so could I please have a word about "being kind"?
I am really really hoping this exuberance gets channelled effectively. I know the kids have been under house arrest whilst we attempt to get the house liveable-inable and I can understand that therefore they want to go a bit mental when they get released into the wild, but I really could do with them (No 1 especially) calming down soon, thankyouplis.
I don't want to be "that boy's mother".
After all, I even wore my Barbour to prove that although I am From London, I am adaptable......