book group. surprisingly high turn out of people who'd actually read the book. usual slightly uncerebral discussion with plenty of wine and high class nuts. came home much later than i planned having got stuck on a balmy street corner talking to jan about our brush with being impulsive.

by the law of averages i must have done some work but i cant remember what it was.

carpetbiter1's play date was cancelled so we played in the park until she rugby-tackled her brother on to the concrete in a fit of hungry jealousy. she found the half hour in her bedroom boring. good. we then spent an hour wrestling with her homework and produced 9 sentences about woodlands. when i was at primary school we didnt get homework now it's labour camp from day one.