Book Club

Last night we met to discuss Affluenza. Usually there are eight or nine of us, but this time I had the feeling that the book had not been a popular choice - present were the two of us who had started the club, and the person who had chosen the book. Nevertheless we had a very pleasant evening, deciding that Mr James was, in large part, absolutely barking, and that stay-at-home moms should be paid a salary. Result.

Kit woke up in a bad way this morning, complaining of a fever and a stomach ache. The fever proved debatable and the retching noises not really credible, but the distress was real enough. He eventually produced a yellow card*, and told me he was in for the high jump. Poor fellow was in a bad way, but eventually agreed that it was better to get it over with rather than never go to school ever again.

Of course the day proved much less difficult than anticipated.

*His school awards a green card for exceptionally meritorious behaviour, a yellow card for an infraction of the rules and a red card for a hanging offence. This was Kit's second yellow card in two-and-a-bit years. On this occasion, he threw his lunch bag.