Friday night

This is how an exciting Friday night looks around here when Mr B's not around: shed design ideas, and watching Philomena - with inevitable streaming tears. Not quite sure why I expected that to be a light Friday night watch.

Earlier, a hard frost that made me regret that our under-cover parking space is used by a car we can't drive as insurance would be too expensive on it, and also that the antifreeze spray seemed to have, unlikely as it seems, frozen. So a slightly uncomfortable journey to school with a porthole to look out of in the windscreen, and the side windows down.

Later, material hunting for the shed bench, a visit from a heating engineer I met in a car park yesterday, lots of tidying and much ironing.

Finally CarbBoy produced a poetry performance he was happy with, and TallGirl grabbed her chance to tell her (wonderful) English teacher the lengths that teachers in Britain go to to stop kids using 'got' all the time. It seems to form the basis of a lot of the English taught here - I suppose having a multi-functional word is useful. It is good that she finally has an English teacher who is not threatened by her (this is the teacher who CarbBoy - who has her too - swore blind to me is British) and who seems to relish the challenge of finding work that will stretch her. It doesn't, but the effort is appreciated by me if no-one else (actually, probably by TallGirl too, since it means she escapes the essays that would otherwise be set by her Dad!)