Library day, as usual somehow the time before we go always seems to slip past. Though I did manage to get some Dhal going in the new slow cooker beforehand. BB grumpy becuase I said she couldn’t get anymore books out as she had too many out we couldn’t find. She had dressed very trendily, as she wanted to wear shorts 
, so said she needed to wear tights (which she doesn’t really like much). So we hard shorts over tights.
Off to the library, where I managed not to confuse the library ladies at all over anything, some piratey stories, where we wondered why pirates always managed to blind each other in one eye. Did a piratey craft, B didn’t get books out, Sb got a couple, and also she donated them one of her xmas books which doubled up on one she already has (It’s volunteer run, it’s not a proper county library, so these books stay as the stock of the local library).
So we were out prety quick.
A short walk to the other half – HE family we know, where the kids made some oatcakes, including some experimental sweet ones.
For oatcakes they tasted prety nice (not a great fan of them), we chatted about this and that, including the 6 week holiday they are taking to New Zealand in February – rather jealous of that. Playing tends to be a bit erratic with C, but they mostly got on well and had a good play once settled down, once they got a argumentative with each other it was out in the garden for a running about, scootering and chicken harrassing.
They found a newly laid egg, which pleased them, and SB helped clean out some of the straw.
Then it was home for a bit, SB finished rerading a book she started in the library, I sat a played with BB for a bit, and then she strung some new beads she got at christmas, and then spent ages playing some game with the beads, where they all seemed to be different characters. Snacking, finished some dinner preps, before you know it it’s time to go to swimming lessons.
Home from swimming to find Helen already home 
the Dhal smelling nice nice to have dinner pretty much ready (sapped some rice from the fridge, stirred fried up some veg with some spice, prety yummy). BB did a bit of letter writing and making words in a Thomas the Tank Engine book whilst waiting.
Which meant that got kids into bed at pretty much proper times
Oh, and as for the post tilte, talk of Oatcakes reminded me of the ‘How oats and barley grow’ song. We have ona car CD, always annoys me. ‘Not you, nor I, nor anyone knows, how oats or wheat or barley grow’.
Yes they do, we actually know rather a lot a bout how plants grow ! chunter chunter
Bob Fact for you… although it might be a myth.
I heard somewhere that the reason pirates wore a patch over one eye was so that when they jumped aboard ships to carry out their pirate-y crimes they could whip off the patch onto the other eye leaving one already aclimatised to the dark to go below decks. So actually they didn’t have any problem with the covered eye, just kept it ready for different levels of light.
If that’s true I reckon it’s pretty clever :).
So why do they all have a hook for a hand and only 1 1/2 legs? And a parrot?
Oats always make me think of
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wooden shoe?
I think Treasure Island has a lot to do with it Alison, and supposedly the style of speech we associate with pirates comes from Robert Newtons portrayal of Long John Silver in the 1950′s version of the film.
As for Nic’s Bob Fact, much though I like it, I reckon it’s Bob Myth
Lol- I’ll be singing that all day long now Alison!
When looking for some debunking of my BobFact online I found a great joke about pirates:
A man meets a pirate in bar. The has peg leg hookand an eye patch.
“How did you get the peg-leg?” the man asks.
“We were in a storm at sea, and I was swept overboard into a school of sharks. A shark bit my leg off,” replies the pirate.
“Wow! What about your hook?” the man asks.
“We were boarding an enemy ship and were battling the other sailors with swords. One of them cut off my hand,” replies the pirate.
“Incredible! What happened to your eye?” asks the man.
“A seagull pooped in it,” replies the pirate.
“You lost your eye because a seagull pooped in it?” the man asks, incredulously.
The pirate shrugged. “Yeah, it was my first day with the hook.”
LOL! I liked that
The kids were rather more disturbed by him hooking his eye out P-) (My pirate smiley!)