Phew. We can all stop for a bit. This education lark doesn't half take it out of the children, and we are all glad of the break. Of course, what with the weather being so lovely last week and all, it's going to spend most of our week off raining, but hey - that's what TV is for.
I jest, of course. The children have playdates and parties, and Beri in particular is very much looking forward to our trip next Thursday to visit the Science Museum.
Jeremy abandons us for the day tomorrow to attend his godson's confirmation in our old university city, Exeter. I know it'll be a thrash, there and back in one day, but I quite envy him the trip - he will get to spend time with old friends, and maybe find time to re-visit old haunts.
Overheard during one of those fantastic games they play when all three of them are getting on extremely well, those games which arise totally spontaneously around 7:30 of an evening, seconds after I have bellowed 'Right! Time to go upstairs!'
KIT: Beri, do you want to be the Flying Chicken Man?
Prof Pickford
7 years ago
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