Rather brisk this morning at a balmy -1°, with the dandruff of the demi-gods still lying on roofs and in the park.
I brought home a picture and unrelated essay done during the inside playtimes. The picture is of an attack car with chameleonic snak head with tung, spicey weles, torpedo gun amidships and flaterner (good for stomping on enemies).
The essay is entitled "As cool as a cucumber": A boy found old things and shoed them to his teacher. then found a bomb. It explodid and they went to the queen's palice.
The solicitors sent us some contracts to sign and LittleMax is doing the same - this week. They haven't packed, or found a new house to buy.
The solicitors sent us some contracts to sign and LittleMax is doing the same - this week. They haven't packed, or found a new house to buy.
It's always a difficult decision on cold Gymnastics days - do you change in advance and risk getting chilblains on your chillocks and frostbite on your frosticles as you run across the car park, or do you change into your shorts in the building and risk being late for registration?
Anyway, I was the only one in the group to do a handstand but my cartwheels aren't up to scratch yet.
Anyway, I was the only one in the group to do a handstand but my cartwheels aren't up to scratch yet.
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