Hooray for Half Term

Everyone goes on about the little buggers beggars darlings really needing Half Term, it's been a busy time, they are tired, poor poppets, but What About Me? I'm bloody blimmin' jolly tired too, let me tell you. It's the lunch boxes that do my head in. I actually timed myself one morning to see how much of my life was swirling down the drain while I prepared another collation that stood but a small chance of actually being eaten and was horrified to find out that it - well, both - took about six minutes. Together, not each. Why on earth does it seem to take so much longer?

Took a leaf out of my friend Elizabeth's book - after school, she will only give a child of hers something to eat if it's lunchbox is empty. It's a win-win for her.

While Sid went for a sleep-over at her Aunt Julia's, Jeremy took the boys to see a film they told me was called The Warthog Wars. I thought that was a fantastic title for a film.

I was going to write at greater length but having removed some of the filthier keys on my keyboard to clean them, I've somehow buggered fouled up the spacebar, and now it will only work if I strike it a) VERY HARD and b) repeatedly. Any longer and I will wake the household.