Ah well, just as I adjust to tennis in the morning and a virtuous life of volunteering at garden parties (served up tea in the neighbours garden to a visiting group of enthusiasts from Perth - not the Scottish one), it is coming to an end with the promise of hard graft next week. I also waitressed at the local 'Best of Xmas concert' tonight and the caterer makes a donation to the school. Met a lady who moved here from New York in July. I know her son is in Finns class because he insists on calling him See-am. We were sharing notes on the mild trauma of living with the reality of decisions we made voluntarily, and exchanged numbers. She was disappointed that I would be working all next week - just as I find someone I could meet for coffee. (Great coffee shops and no-one for a good blether). Serving up mince pies on a balmy, beautiful evening, is all wrong. And some guy on stage singing 'Mistletoe and Wine'. Honest to goodness!!!
Spook had his first tough day at work with Counsellors arriving and things not going to plan. Had to draw upon his 10 years experience to smooth (and clear) the waters and Pete (who offered him the job in March), really got to see why he's hired him!! A good friendship has developed there, I think.
Meg came home from school via the supermarket, having bought herself a savoury bun so that she wouldn't have to eat last nights catch.
Finn telling me about life in the playground where no-one tells tales. He said two girls skooshed him in the eye with water when he came out the class. He cornered them in the cloakroom and got them back. And when a girl has the ball, it's really easy to get it off her as you just run at her, growling, and she squeals and drops it. But then she's just as likely to slap him on the face with her flip-flop! He says it's great - he would never have got past the first skoosh without someone clyping. This is good living, by his way of it.
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