Gulp

We attended Kit's teacher consultation earlier this evening. No matter how sure we are that he is a bright, cheerful, polite contributor to his class, it's always a bit of a relief to hear it said. Yes, he's doing well, yes, he needs maths homework that is more challenging, and actually his handwriting is not the worst in the class after all. Phew. Now we are waiting on a consultation with the Nursery pending Beri's leaving that class to go up into Reception. Oh the stress.

Jeremy and I will be spending tonight up to our elbows in woodstain. The final bookcases for the library were delivered, and they need treating before they are installed at the end of the week. It's not a big room, and the fumes are really not pleasant. It's not like it was glue, or anything fun.

We were back in the Royal Elephant on Saturday, celebrating Jeremy's birthday (a little in advance, as we will be with his parents next weekend). It was another extremely jolly evening, but I think we may be Thai'd out - its been the third visit in about five weeks. Jane very kindly came all that way to baby-sit for us, and stayed for Sunday lunch. (As far as I can work out, instead of the most delicious home-made (by ME ! Who did you think!) bolognese sauce and pasta for her supper, she had chocolate cake and white wine.)