Packed Proof

One of my least favourite jobs is making packed lunches.

I'm quite absent minded and several times recently I've got Betsy and Al's mixed up. It isn't too bad if I mix up a cheese sandwich with a ham one but if one of them gets two sandwiches and the other two biscuits, neither of them is very happy - one is starving hungry and the other feels cheated! Here is proof that I got them right today. I still can't quite come to terms with the fact that they have something called a 'Froob' in their lunch boxes every day. It sounds quite ridiculous.

Spent the morning cycling around Bushey Park with my friend Sue, it was beautiful, sunny, crisp and cold. Got called to school at 2 o'clock as Betsy had her glasses broken, an elbow in the face and been knocked over over during a game of Netball. Her glasses were broken clean in two over the nose. Strangely this sort of thing has never happened to her during her hundreds of games of Tag Rugby!

We are all tired, the children especially so, and are looking forward to half term. Only one more sleep! (and one more set of packed lunches).