We parents have had two reassuringly positive texts from the teachers accompanying the children. But what is overwhelmingly odd is that we can't talk to our kids, let alone see or hold them. In this modern world of texting, emailing, and instant messaging it seems totally anachronistic not to be able to communicate at all! However, the old-fashioned ways of delving still have their place, as I found out when grilling one of the teacher's children at Brownies! Now I know a little more than the nice texts can tell - I know someone's been keeping the teachers busy at night!
Only two more sleeps to go (echoes No 3) and while the cats are away, the mice can play. One of No 1's best friend's brothers (got that?) climbed into our car yesterday morning and declared to No 2 son that he wasn't missing his big brother at all. Why? Because he's trashing his room tonight! Get that: he's actually diarised destruction of his brother's room to Wednesday evening - I love the modern child!