Today

I spent today:
Eating bananas
Singing silly songs
Distributing felt-tip pens (and covering my hands in felt-tip in the process)
Trying to work out five things that a reception class girl would like to say about herself, so that I could ask less vague questions and not confuse the poor kids
Mopping up orange squash
Finding scissors
Slicing sellotape with my fingernails
Eating dried bananas
Kidnapping 'Lady Nana', the wife of 'Mayor Nana'
Chasing small children around going 'rah!'

And that was just the morning.

The afternoon I spent much more mundanely - shopping, reading The Colour Of Magic for, um, the third or fourth time (we got it out the library for my dad, who wanted to know why we keep calling him Twoflower), eating chocolate, listening to music, emailing, signing up for yet more random RPGs... that kind of thing. Oh, and helping a nice lady who came to pick up our returns for some catalogue or other match up labels and pieces of paper.

(This is hopefully the start of a few posts detailing my week.)

Yesterday

Yesterday morning, I:
Ate bananas
Sang silly songs
Distributed felt-tip pens, but these were nice new ones which weren't covered in felt-tip themselves, because we had few enough people for these to go around
Giving out and picking up palm-tree-shaped sequins
Wrapping a small child in yellow toilet roll and green crepe paper, to turn her into a banana
Slicing sellotape with my fingernails
Finding scissors
Kidnapping Mayor Nana
(and all the other kinds of things you do, when put in joint control of a group of just over half-a-dozen reception-class (5-6 year old) girls, in a church, within the theme of Banana Island.)

After a quick break for lunch, in the afternoon I mostly played chess - or rather, 'short chess', which is like chess except with extra castles instead of all the complicated bishops and knights, and a 6x6 board. Generally, I ended up stalemated. By children that ranged from vastly younger than me to considerably younger than me. Some of them won.

Yesterday afternoon was also when I was first talked at by a small boy (Y1 or 2 - so about 6-8 years old) whose opinion was that I was 'very pretty and nice', and who wanted to come to my house and play. I managed to sidetrack him until his parents took him home. (Today he came over to me again, and tried to interest me in the games on his Playstation, in the hope that I'd visit him. I managed to have a harmless conversation about X-men instead, but he said he'd look out for me in church. Scary.) He seemed to think he'd never seen me before this week, which is rather odd given that he's in Cosmic, which I helped out with for quite a while rather recently... hopefully this means he won't recognise me in church, but I doubt it.

Monday

On Monday morning, I:
Found out that, much to my relief, I was going to be helping with reception-class girls, not Y1 boys
Didn't eat bananas, because the crate of bananas wasn't due until Tuesday
Was a little worried when we apparently had three leaders for six children (worried they'd put me elsewhere, that was), but one of the leaders didn't spend much time with us, for some reason.

Hmm, it's time to go out now. More tomorrow, perhaps.