Happy Birthday to Jof, although it may not be as she's working. One of my favourite books is "Where's Wally". There is a US/Canada equivalent where you seek Waldo: are there others? ¿Dónde está Waldo, waar is Wally, است که در آن عالی?
After school we walked straight to the post office to post a parcel of wool to Nanna. The little tiny sub-post office is a time-warp of its own with leather passport holders, plastic rainstorm hoods, individually priced envelopes of many sizes and a sweetie selection in the old-fashioned tubs. Everything seemed to be 74p/qtr, which confused me. I bought a qtr of chocolate cones with sprinkles on top and I got a small paper bag of them and 6p change, which now makes sense to me.
We just had to stop off at the park on the way back, because it was full of my friends, and we chased and jumped etc.
As we headed home, we met Ben at the crossroads. He had brought some pressies for Jof and had also noticed the 2 massive piles of canine excrement some local hounds had generously left right by our front gate.
This was a splendid excuse to go straight back into the park and we climbed the bush again and tried to strip it of all remaining foliage. Eventually I had to leave because of Beaver Scouts and Ben tried to get run over, no road licence for him.
In Beavers we started on the first aid and emergency response badge and Jof was late back because she'd had a birthday lunch with ErinsMum and gone to the pub after work.
In other news, Grandma and Grandad have put their names down on a new retirement place, put their house on the market and installed an ensuite shower in the bedroom. Honestly, it's like glaciers, nothing for millenia then the entire ice sheet ups sticks and emigrates.
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