1st day at school tomorrow. Not really for Spook as, although he starts officially tomorrow, he has already spent that time familiarizing himself with the sewage works nether regions. Meg is excited (oh god, she better find a friend the first day, as she certainly feels confident that's all it will take). Finn is a little more nervous, especially as we discovered tonight that his shorts and polo shirt are not in the bag of things we bought. The lady must have forgotten to put them in. He now has to go to school in baggy tracksuit bottoms (that IS part of the uniform) and a No Fuss t-shirt (which isn't.) At least he has a really cute hat to hide his hair - which IS part of the uniform - not a beany though. I've to go with him and will apologise to the teacher and then hop on my bike and get to the slightly out of town shop where the elusive shorts and top must be. By mid-morning he should look like everyone else............well, nearly.
The cycle and run went ok today, apart from my getting lost in the Sticky Woods and feeling a little vulnerable (it was bloomin' dark in there and felt a long way from home), and having to walk home 'cos I'd run too far and had run out of steam. The cyclists fared better.
Robbie phoned tonight and it was great to speak to her. She's been here since January, having moved from Australia, and Braeroy in Lochaber, 4 years before that. She's still floating around at sea, unsure of how she feels about being in this country, or for how long they will stay, but thinks the 2 year adventure will be what makes it work for us. Her children still think of Braeroy as their home. It will be 5 years come Christmas since they left. Roddy is hoping that New Zealand will feel more comfortable for him than Australia - colder and more mountains!!! We will spend Christmas together - which we did 5 years ago. This time I will make sure the gravy's not runny. I always felt bad about giving Roddy runny gravy for his last Christmas dinner in Scotland.
I'm just not sure how to heat gravy on a barbecue.
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