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Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapus, pawb!
Mar. 1st, 2008 10:36 pm(For the eighty percent of my flist who still go "Buh??", that means "Happy St David's Day, everyone!" *grins*)
There's never been very much done in my family to celebrate St David's Day, but Rowan and I have spent the day proudly wearing our Welsh rugby shirts! *grins* Mam decided to put hers on too, aftr seeing us. I also picked up some daffodils on my way home yesterday - the house smells lovely!
Rowan's school held their Eisteddfod yesterday; this is a sort of a talent competition, where you perform music, sing or recite poetry. There's also baking competitions too. Rowan opted to enter the poetry competition, reciting a poem called 'Doli' about a talking doll called Angharad - and apparently he came first in his year! *proud mam*
I missed out on anything done at work for St David's Day, since I had friday off. Though there was some kind of competition going on, wherein you needed to be wearing red in order to be eligible for a prize. I suspect there were welsh cakes handed round by the Ministry of Fun too - I'll be sorry to have missed out on those. Instead I spent the entire day wandering the shops, having had to call into the council offices to pay my rent and submit more information in order to renew my claim for housing benefit *scowls* I absolutely detest being on benefits; it's hard enough to get them in the first place, but it's an absolute bugger trying to hold on to them once they agree you're eligible! And then it's guaranteed that within six months you'll find yourself in a cycle where they keep reckoning they've overpaid you, and therefore are having to adjust what they give you yet again in order to recoup the overpayment. And they want to know every little detail, down to how many freckles there are on your nose, before they'll agree that yes, you are still eligible. *scowls even more* I think I was better off when I worked full time and didn't qualify. Stresswise, anyway. I spent years hearing my grandparents going on at me about how I should claim for every damn thing I'm entitled to, and in a sense they're right, but oh god. Such a hassle.
Aaaaaanyway! Time for that overdue picspam Ithreatenedpromised!
( Rowan )
( The athletics in Birmingham )
There's never been very much done in my family to celebrate St David's Day, but Rowan and I have spent the day proudly wearing our Welsh rugby shirts! *grins* Mam decided to put hers on too, aftr seeing us. I also picked up some daffodils on my way home yesterday - the house smells lovely!
Rowan's school held their Eisteddfod yesterday; this is a sort of a talent competition, where you perform music, sing or recite poetry. There's also baking competitions too. Rowan opted to enter the poetry competition, reciting a poem called 'Doli' about a talking doll called Angharad - and apparently he came first in his year! *proud mam*
I missed out on anything done at work for St David's Day, since I had friday off. Though there was some kind of competition going on, wherein you needed to be wearing red in order to be eligible for a prize. I suspect there were welsh cakes handed round by the Ministry of Fun too - I'll be sorry to have missed out on those. Instead I spent the entire day wandering the shops, having had to call into the council offices to pay my rent and submit more information in order to renew my claim for housing benefit *scowls* I absolutely detest being on benefits; it's hard enough to get them in the first place, but it's an absolute bugger trying to hold on to them once they agree you're eligible! And then it's guaranteed that within six months you'll find yourself in a cycle where they keep reckoning they've overpaid you, and therefore are having to adjust what they give you yet again in order to recoup the overpayment. And they want to know every little detail, down to how many freckles there are on your nose, before they'll agree that yes, you are still eligible. *scowls even more* I think I was better off when I worked full time and didn't qualify. Stresswise, anyway. I spent years hearing my grandparents going on at me about how I should claim for every damn thing I'm entitled to, and in a sense they're right, but oh god. Such a hassle.
Aaaaaanyway! Time for that overdue picspam I
( Rowan )
( The athletics in Birmingham )
