
Today we did a rehearsal for the Year 3 play (The Secret LadyGarden) in which we all had to line up while the teacher called out bingo numbers and pretend to be: hedgehogs both hungry and hibernate-ey, foxes both slinky and growly, butterflies both couchant and rampant, trees - well, deciduous and coniferous I suppose, and frogs, moist and ribbetty. I am assured that this will make a generally acceptable display, you're not looking for Olivier at this stage.
So although he arrived late and scooterless (terminally kaputzki scooter) we Legoed very happily until it was time to run to Beavers. Ben can run further than me but as he wants to be a policeman who plays for Manchester United, he'll have to be fit to chase bank robbers (Liverpool).
We did the chase-attack game and Bud tripped me up deliberately and I banged my nose on the woodchips and started to cry. Ben said O I see he's crying again and miraculously I stopped immediately.
In Cubs you get the Silver, Scouts the Gold and if you go up to super-adventurous extra scouts, you can get the Platinum and the Queen's award. OBE from Buckingham Palace, here we come.
I declared I'd had a great 4 days, with 3 kinds of swimming and lots of victory.
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