Opportunities, missed and otherwise

It's been a week. I could tell you I had actually fallen off the face of the earth, but it would be a LIE. (Blimey. Not swearing for Lent has been hard impossible, but it just occurred to me that not lying . . .




Sorry. Must have blacked out there for a bit. Where was I? Oh yes . . .

It's all been about Kit this week. Jeremy too, and Beri, but mostly Kit. He represented his school twice this week, once at a swimming gala where he acquitted himself honourably, and once at a French Verse speaking competition. Seven schools, and he carried off Third Prize. His french teacher was so excited she rang me to tell me. So that was nice.

And today he and Beri won their Orange belts at their Karate grading. I was worried about Beri - I think he has my abililty to distinguish between left and right, poor thing, and when told to do a oyizuki to the left with a blocking muigeri on the right, is apt to cross his eyes and fall over. Nevertheless, to my relief, he triumphed. (Actually, it's because the Orange belts go into a different class. A small boy sodden with disappointed tears I can cope with, but sitting in a sports hall for ninety minutes every week while first one boy and then the next attends dojo, keeping Sid happy at the same time, would be more than my frame can stand.)

And Jeremy? It was his birthday on Tuesday. I bought rib-eye steaks, mushrooms, new potatoes, green beans and cream. He arrived home that evening, and before I knew what was what, he had dived headfirst into an ENORMOUS bowl of cereal, and was disinclined to eat anything more that evening.