It was essay week and the weather beautiful, in spurts. We moved the table into the conservatory…
…and did school out there.
I bought new washing powder and my nerdy wordy brain is not impressed with the marketing.
My brain tells me that should say “does less”, which is poor!
Tim brought home Scottish Power’s latest consultation document. Now there is something I am familiar with. How random to see your own house on a glossy publication.
Essays were handed in at the end of the week and I stood an inch taller as the weight lifted off my shoulders. Actually, we measured everyone and it is official. Rich Tea boy is taller than me! Longshanks, meanwhile, had grown an inch in two months.
The deep clean continues. Today, rules devised by a four year old were found.
That’s all folks!