Toilet Humour

The bathroom has arrived. At 7:45, I was not quite dressed. Anyway it is unloaded and stored ready for fitting.

Then a day of spreadsheet and money matters. I wish the government would pay us to be tax collectors. I find it odd that they can easily lose really important files which could implicate former members of the Government in sordid goings on and yet they never every seem to lose my tax bill.

Anyway one for the accountant to sort out.

Then home and back out for Alfie's year 6 performance. The Children had written most of it and it was very good indeed. Alfie's group did a short sketch about the poo patrol, pure toilet humour, just the ticket.

Full on week now, we have 3 cricket matches, school meetings, disco (Poppy not H and I), drumming, guitar and band and choir practise all in time for Poppy's Birthday on Friday and the party on Saturday. It's madness I tell you!

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