Worst mother

I won this award today in the best way, by sending Will to school in his uniform on mufti day. In my defence, he did have the opportunity to come home (from the neighbours) and change and he wasn't bothered. On the whole he wasn't bothered. I, on the other hand, was horrified when I found out right at the end of the school day. I am being duly punished by the clothing gods though, apparently he needs to dress up as a Saxon on Monday. I am not very sure what a Saxon is, let alone what they wear.

A fine Horsham pub evening tonight, they have the prettiest Christmas lights. And it's Saturday tomorrow and the house is clean and tidy. Perfect conditions for fancy dress compilation hell. I am SO bad at these things.