All Change

It's new everything for us all here at Valentine Towers. The boys go into new year groups, and Jeremy started his job. The boys appear to be having a good time, Kit enjoying the opportunity to use the shorter route to school, which involves Crossing A Road (gulp), and Beri not having a backward glance for me as he files into his classroom.

Jeremy came home from work on Monday full of bounce and pizzazz, enthusing about what a great job this was going to be. Tuesday proved a little more sobering, but by Wednesday he was bushy-tailed again. I'm a tad anxious about tonight, it has to be said. As our friend Oliver remarked, maybe they are playing 'Good Day, Bad Day' with him.

Oh, and poor Kit! On the days I collect Sid from Montessori, I leave a key for Kit, because he is back a few minutes before I am. Yesterday, as I arrived home, he came out to greet us, And Closed The Door Behind Him. Of course with the keys inside the house. Poor boy was beside himself, and wept and wept. (I asked him if he could tell me exactly why he was crying, and he said it was because he felt so stupid. Dunno about you, but I thought that was jolly perceptive.) Luckily our key-holder friends are just up the hill, so Kit fetched and returned the key, and all was well.

And we found a possible reason for the intermittent malfunction of our super duper expensive HDD DVD recorder player thingy, the fixing of which would have required we take out another mortgage. A piece of Geomag was attached to the back of the unit. Gah.