One Day in History
This morning listening to BBC Radio 4, I caught the tail end of what I thought would be a very interesting project to participate in, being discussed. It’s a project called One Day in History and it…’ is a one off opportunity for you to join in a mass blog for the national record. We want as many people as possible to record a 'blog' diary which will be stored by the British Library as a historical record of our national life…’
This mass blog will only be open for today October 17, 2006.
The idea held immediate appeal for me so I decided to be a part of it and record my own One Day in History and here is the entry I submitted.
At 6 a.m I was rudely awoken by a mechanical voice telling me to ‘Stand clear, vehicle reversing’. Yes, it is Tuesday morning and the bin men from the local council were doing the weekly rubbish collection. I sleepily looked out of the window and I was slightly ashamed to notice that mine was the only house not proudly displaying the council’s big green plastic recycle box full of empty milk bottles and food tins. Now all my neighbors will know that I just chuck all my bottles and tins out with my ordinary rubbish. I make a mental note and resolve to do the right thing next week and put all recyclable stuff in their proper box.
Although still pitch dark, my 3 ½ year old daughter wakes up so that spells the end of a possible lie-in for me (it’s my day off work) so I bundle both of us up in our dressing gowns and house shoes and make our way downstairs. I give her her morning cup of milk and settle her down in front of the TV to watch the Disney Channel (yes, I am one of those twenty-first century mums who thinks the TV makes a really good substitute for a babysitter. And I make no apologies for it) while I go down to my home office to check my emails, my blogs (have any new comments been left?) and have a quick browse through some of my favorite blogs to see if their owners have updated them.
10:30 a.m sees us at the local primary school round the corner from where I live. They are having an Open Day and my husband and I are there to have a look around as next September our daughter will be starting school and this school may be one of our choices. A brief chat with the head teacher and a 45 minute tour round the school and it’s time to leave. I am slightly disappointed by what I see (I had heard so much about this school so my expectations were rather high) and start discussing the possibility of private schooling for our daughter with my husband. We decide to call up some private schools and book appointments to visit them next week.
Between 12 noon and 2 p.m I make lunch for my daughter, Dyson (vacuum) the house thoroughly, mop the floors, send my daughter up for her afternoon nap and finally fall exhausted in front of the TV where I proceed to watch the Crime Investigation channel. The next time I look at the clock I see that it’s 3:30 pm – I had fallen asleep in front of the TV! We’ve been invited round to a friend for a late lunch so I decide to start getting ready. Daughter wakes up shortly and I get her dressed as well.
4:30 pm and we are at our friends house enjoying an Eastern Nigerian delicacy and talking about nothing in particular. All in all it’s a warm and enjoyable evening and even the kids are getting along wonderfully. Two and a half hours later we say our good-byes and make our way back home.
For the next hour after I get home, I give my daughter a bath, I have my own shower and I sit down to finish this write up of ‘My One Day in History’.
This mass blog will only be open for today October 17, 2006.
The idea held immediate appeal for me so I decided to be a part of it and record my own One Day in History and here is the entry I submitted.
At 6 a.m I was rudely awoken by a mechanical voice telling me to ‘Stand clear, vehicle reversing’. Yes, it is Tuesday morning and the bin men from the local council were doing the weekly rubbish collection. I sleepily looked out of the window and I was slightly ashamed to notice that mine was the only house not proudly displaying the council’s big green plastic recycle box full of empty milk bottles and food tins. Now all my neighbors will know that I just chuck all my bottles and tins out with my ordinary rubbish. I make a mental note and resolve to do the right thing next week and put all recyclable stuff in their proper box.
Although still pitch dark, my 3 ½ year old daughter wakes up so that spells the end of a possible lie-in for me (it’s my day off work) so I bundle both of us up in our dressing gowns and house shoes and make our way downstairs. I give her her morning cup of milk and settle her down in front of the TV to watch the Disney Channel (yes, I am one of those twenty-first century mums who thinks the TV makes a really good substitute for a babysitter. And I make no apologies for it) while I go down to my home office to check my emails, my blogs (have any new comments been left?) and have a quick browse through some of my favorite blogs to see if their owners have updated them.
10:30 a.m sees us at the local primary school round the corner from where I live. They are having an Open Day and my husband and I are there to have a look around as next September our daughter will be starting school and this school may be one of our choices. A brief chat with the head teacher and a 45 minute tour round the school and it’s time to leave. I am slightly disappointed by what I see (I had heard so much about this school so my expectations were rather high) and start discussing the possibility of private schooling for our daughter with my husband. We decide to call up some private schools and book appointments to visit them next week.
Between 12 noon and 2 p.m I make lunch for my daughter, Dyson (vacuum) the house thoroughly, mop the floors, send my daughter up for her afternoon nap and finally fall exhausted in front of the TV where I proceed to watch the Crime Investigation channel. The next time I look at the clock I see that it’s 3:30 pm – I had fallen asleep in front of the TV! We’ve been invited round to a friend for a late lunch so I decide to start getting ready. Daughter wakes up shortly and I get her dressed as well.
4:30 pm and we are at our friends house enjoying an Eastern Nigerian delicacy and talking about nothing in particular. All in all it’s a warm and enjoyable evening and even the kids are getting along wonderfully. Two and a half hours later we say our good-byes and make our way back home.
For the next hour after I get home, I give my daughter a bath, I have my own shower and I sit down to finish this write up of ‘My One Day in History’.
posted by hundred and one at 9:07 pm
1 Comments:
101,
What a creative idea...A day in the life of a nation. It'll be interesting to see what the final ? looks like :-)
We are creatures of habit aren't we?
I also check my favoite blogs each AM to see who's updated.
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