Beachcomber

I had a quick tramp up round the moor with Val to catch up before our next trip then repaired some old clothes for our next adventure.

We picked James up from school where he appears to have had a good day. Better than last week when he caused a flood in the toilets by plugging the sink with loo paper. He is getting to know the headteacher quite well already from being sent for his misdemeanours, unlike his big brother who got sent for special praise for his dinosaur drawing. He said he’d been the tidy up
Monitor today. We wandered on the beach so that he could look for special smashing stones or bashing sticks then picked Thomas up from Football. He wanted to walk home with me while Mr C and James went in the car. He wanted a chat. He’d been upset as he and some friends built a bug hotel but one friend decided to smash it then all the boys smashed it. He said he was too angry to cry but he didn’t know what to do. Poor wee bug. It’s tough out there.

Mr C still hasn’t done his tax return and is getting grumpy.