The girls have returned from their adventures in the south and will head north in a couple of days. Lisa was spared from the ordeal in the paddock, but she and Gemma had to earn their keep by helping to move 3200 sheep along this road.
Meg and I were at a meeting tonight about a literacy group of 2 sessions a week, run by a teacher who did her Masters in Dyslexia. The group will consist of 6 students in each class and will be conducted during school hours. Meg will have a lot of work to do, but we can now drop the private lessons at the end of this term. I asked if they could consider Finn for the sessions too.
Mary was recalled to a Builders Clean that we did before Christmas as they'd had to re-do a bathroom. The builder described it as the one 'where that young woman pressed her body up against the window and my digger man nearly drove into a wall'. I remember the lovely Julia simply walking onto the site and heads turning. There was no such 'pressing' going on. Such imagination! On the Builders Clean today, I found myself discussing with the builder which product I would use to polish up his oven hood. I had a preference for Jif, but he was worried it would be abrasive. 'No love, you can't go wrong with Jif'.
Sadly, I wondered if anyone would remember this job as the one 'where that Scottish wifie flashed her knowledge on cleaning fluids', and go hot under the collar.
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