The hole in my soul where the rain gets in

It rained last night which was handy, as it washed away the skidmark-scrapies from where the dogpoo mountains in our gateway were removed last night.
In the end it was a hot day and I had to peel off my school uniform.
At Gymnastics I still didn't get a #6 badge. This is because some in my group are still working for their #7 badges: the group approach is all very egalitarian but holds us advanced pupils back.
After a quick go in Mountabatten Park (cut short by a biting wind) we drove home slower than I could have walked. It turned out to be football again (Swindon) and we couldn't park in our road: he dropped me off with the doorkey and went off in search of a space in the distant turnpikes of Southsea.
Fortunately Pops was waiting for her mum - she had the keys to car #2 so nobody was going anywhere without her - so I brought Pops inside to play in Box #8. She then brought Sister Ruby who still likes boxes: she brought her friend as well. So Jof was totally confused by 4 running gabbling children while trying to cook. You've got to laugh.
I laughed with my second helping of pasta, but sulked for half an hour when required to eat 10 small blueberries before the chocolate pig-out course.