Uniform Golf Hotel

Needs a bit of a run over with the iron and the sweatshirt might be a couple of sizes too big (maybe three) but that's the sun set for the last time on summer holiday 2011 for this young lad and his big sister. Euan managed to delay until the very last minute to see if his uniform fits, and I don't blame him; he's got the double whammy of going back to school on his birthday tomorrow.

Ugh.

It feels like the kids have been off forever this year and I don't envy them that painful first rise tomorrow after the near eight week's of post 9am 10am 11am rises. Not looking forward to the inevitable mad panic trying to get everyone out the door on time tomorrow and back into a routine as quick as possible thereafter. Apologies to the neighbours in advance for the frantic shouting and screaming.

For me it was the first classes of the new semester today, with a lively and enthusiastic bunch this morning. A bit of a shock to the system but soon got back into the swing of things - it's like riding a bike, even if it might be uphill and into the wind for a bit.