Lunch

Terrible night. Electric blanket, two duvets, thermals and still couldn’t stop shivering. Stairs were a struggle in the morning, but by lunch time (especially after this lovely lunch was delivered) I was operating within grasping distance of competence.

More tribunal attendance as well as the other stuff.

CarbBoy is being punished for truancy on a strike day - apparently when his maths teacher listed herself as ‘on strike’ last week that was only for normal maths, not special maths. Obviously.

Meanwhile, MrB, having finished his French course has written all he needs to know on a card that fits in his wallet. Who knew languages were so easy.