Finals Week

This is nothing to do with university exams or Mayan prophecies, more that it's the last full week of school before break-up.

Here is another pile of Blind Uncle Len's wartime paperwork that will be housed at the Imperial War Museum, RAF section. Notice his Service book, radio engineer's pocket book and identity cards. But there's also some old food stamps, clothing stamps and a ticket (1 shilling!) for Bunk #15 in Camden Town underground bomb shelter.

Today we discover that last Saturday, the one potential house-purchaser did indeed turn up: 20 minutes after the Estate Agent had given up and gone home, because they read the address wrong and had left their phones turned off. It's just one of those tragi-comic situations we're so used to. They returned today (which is only possible as Jof is off work with the gut-wrenching Norovirus) but will have to make do with an un-hoovered house, Lego all over the floor, laundry all over the house, bonfire ash all over the garden, etc etc. Honestly, you try, you fail. It's the same old story. They spent all of 2 minutes in the house so it probably wasn't worth it. Erin was off school with the Lurgy and some of the classes have been decimated, Moles class had only 10/27 pupils attending, the best class has only 4 missing. If I survive until the end of this academic year, I will have a 100% attendance record throughout my school career. Whether this is more to do with good health or parental unwillingness to take time off, I don't know.

Just as we got home from picking up the laundry, I fell through the gap between the 2 front seats of the car and face-planted the back seat cushion. Inelegant, but not fatal. But as soon as I found out that Jof had taken a day off and was home, I switched on the waterworks and got Unlimited Chocolate and Cartoons for the rest of the day, my current main ambition in life.