Gosh, another MK-ite! I've just e-mailed my cousin there to try to arrange a family gathering next week. Arranging a sesh with Saxplayer and Happy Hobbit would be much more appealing, though.
I was really late getting up this morning and am now having such of my breakfast as wasn't portable enough to eat in the car while my windscreen was clearing.
Almost had a strangled Kevin this morning. Summary:
6pm yesterday:
Me: Do you want to make some cakes for school, Kevin?
Kevin: NO! Why would I want to do THAT?
7.30pm yesterday:
Kevin sees that her father has bought lots of Christmassy icing cutters.
8pm yesterday:
Kevin: Mu-u-u-u-um, I really need to make something to take to school before Christmas, and it's got to be tonight because tomorrow's my last full day of school.
So the next two hours were spent making iced shortbread discs.
8am today:
Me: Kevin, your biscuits are in this bag. Don't forget it.
Kevin: What do you expect me to do with them? I mean, I can hardly walk into the class and say "Anyone want a biscuit", can I? Why did you make me make biscuits anyway?
I will not record what follows in case anyone involved in child protection is watching. Fay Weldon could use Kevin as inspiration for the supporting cast in some of her more vicious novels.
To work!