At last, the slumbering solicitors have woken up and said we could be moving next week. Of course, they might accidentally relapse into coma, but we have hope.
So if I had a hand-held portal to a parallel but backwards universe, I could feed Duplo Lego through to them, and they could feed grown-up Lego through to me, because I'm on the way up, and they're on the way down. Just saying....
After school was battletime. I got 11/12 on spellings which was great, then onto the book review. I read the book yesterday in the car, so that stage was complete.
Today's look at the house is the bathroom and kitchen extension. I had been bathing in one of those baby baths on a trolley things, good up until 1 year old. At 2 years old, I was sticking out both ends and we had to build a bathroom, all my fault. Running along the back of the row of houses is a sewer: we're next to the deepest part of the drain so the builders had to hand-dig a hole 9 feet deep to put a concrete cap over the sewer branch. I used to stand there in my Bob the Builder yellow hardhat and loudly point out when any of the workmen were slacking. It took 2 cement lorries to fill the hole up again. Corpse to dispose of, anyone?
But I object to questions such as "I thought it was scary when ....." and they leave you 3 1/2 lines to fill. I mean, it wasn't scary.
Apparently simply adding "when they got angry" isn't good enough, I refuse to understand that it's an exercise in comprehension, making up answering sentences in my own words, and writing them down. So I get angrier and angrier as the answer page fails to fill up and my Lego time diminishes.
I spent so long arguing and sobbing about the fundamental unfairness of it all, before you know it, it's trampolining time.
We cycled, because it's too far to scoot. This was a rockingly good way to arrive and I'll do it more often. I am good enough to get badge 5 already, mostly because of my gymnastics experience. Who knows what heady heights I can attain with 10 more lessons.
Jof met us outside and we stopped off at Orchard park on the way home. I barely tried out the actual park stuff because some kids with a better 4-letter vocabulary than me were playing in the evergreen bushes.
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