I thought that when the exams were finished life would relax
a bit. Ha. No.
I survived a week at the beach with five teenage girls. We
were the talk of the resort. One lady had the decency to stop me and enquire
what relationship I was to the girls… Actually, she stopped me to tell me how
beautifully behaved they were and then she asked: she guessed teacher. Daughter
said wistfully that she wished school trips were like our island jaunt and not
trekking up mountains in soggy ground with a two-ton backpack.
One young man engaged me in conversation. He thought they
were all my daughters! I’d have to have been busy to make that happen: my
‘daughters’ were three Caucasians and two Asians and all sixteen!
Son returned alive from his ten days grad trip to the beach.
Phew. He was only a little bit smelly and only a very small amount of his
conversation about what happened in Koh
Samui has made my hair turn grey. I have remained cool and serene on the
outside.
We went to a jubilee ball.
I went to a jubilee coffee wearing the silliest hat I’ve
made yet. It weighed a ton and I spent the afternoon with a phantom hat on my
head. I kept trying to remove it only to discover I WASN’T wearing it…
Random backpackers have come and gone.
Husband’s flown to London and then Paris.
And breathe… there’s a small window before the next panic
sets in.
It should be a Friday Photo here today but instead it’s a
round up. So, here’s a picture of the mad jubilee hat:
(The stupid expression can be accounted for by telling you that I was caught with yet another piece of cake in my hand. What I was really doing was relieving K of the item. She doesn't like banana cake; so actually I was performing a charitable act... honest. I cropped the picture so you couldn't see the cake hanging by my side so you could see the hat clearly.)
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| Pic stolen from YZ's facebook album |
