Yesterday, me and Mummy went to Jordans Mill. (I don’t know – so don’t ask me – why that hasn’t got an ‘ in Jordan’s!) We went with a ‘new group’ which we’ve been going to for two weeks now. It’s for home-educated children like us.
To my CIBFF Caitlin: you could go to that club too and you could meet us there! Like to? I think it’s every two weeks on Tuesday…I think. Let me ask my mum. “Mummy, is that club every two weeks on Tuesday?” She says: “I don’t know.” Oh. Well that’s not very helpful. I’ll ask her later when she’s in Thinking Mode. Now she’s in Sleepy Mode.
Back to all People: Jordans Mill was very fun. Three of the toddlers (Livvy, Molly and Isla) were chasing me around everywhere, although Molly and Livvy had to go in GROUP 2 instead of GROUP 3.
First we went to the Jordan Gardens. We had some activity sheets that we filled in – including spotting, naming and other medium-level-stuff. There was wheat, rye, beetroot, onions, garlic and other delicious stuff. Then it was the how-it-works-cog-room.
There was a river and the water made the cogs turn, and the cogs made the mill turn. One of the cogs turned, a red triangle one and pushed over the grey one next to it. A black cog a few centimetres away from the grey one turned, puching another one and next to the other one’s right another span from the force of the one next to it, and so on. This made the mill turn. The machines (cogs) made flour, by crunching up the wheat corn bits and squashing them and draining out all the straw and hay and skin so that it was just wheat. Then it went squash, crunch, sieve, squash, crunch, sieve until it was finer than anything, like a flower. So that’s why they called it Flour and also how they made it.
ThEn It WaS MaKiNg BrEaD RoLlS
First, Mrs. Hazel said, “what did you have for breakfast?”
“Coco Pops.”
“Jacob’s Mueseli.”
“Apples and bananas. Orange too. In shorter words, fruit salad.”
“Oooh, nice! And what about you, Lavinia?”
“Well,” I say, deepening my voice. “I had a Jordans Fruiseli Bar.” I winked.
“High ratings, Lavinia!” Mrs. Hazel said, smiling, and winking back over and over again.
“Thank you, Mrs. Hazel.”
“Your own blooming welcome,” Miles whispered jeolously to me.
“Hey!” I squealed.
Then it was BaKiNg TiMe. We each had a dogh-roll, and we kneeded it over and over again. Then we took a third off and rolled it into a ball. We stuck it on top and cooked it in the oven. Umm, hmm!
Then we had a picnic in the meadow with our friends. Isla was there, but Molly and Livvy got lost and had to go home. 🙁
