The kids went back yesterday after a protracted absence due to some mysterious and unpleasant flu-like virus, that totalled the youngest and drifted back and forth in differing manifestations in the eldest.
Thankfully, I did not receive last week’s come and fetch them call mid-morning and I collected them at the usual time, more or less intact.
The youngest had spent the morning being filmed for a Marmite advert and the eldest said I need shin pads by Friday. They then went on to discuss the difficulties of filming (smoke effects setting off the school fire alarm twice) and those of getting your team mates to play a decent passing game.
I am sure nothing so interesting ever happened in my day. The only excitement I can remember was when Princess Anne used the school playing fields to land her helicoptor in. This caused some ripples at the Boston High School. I was unmoved, well used as I was to seeing her misog as she rode her horses about Sandhurst.
And then of course my maternal grandparents lived in her old house anyway.