By a twist of meteorological fate, woke up this morning to near frost levels of chill in the house. I am sure this is a conspiracy. Sadly, the temporary repair of the boiler I fashioned yesterday did not survive the night, and as a result there was no hot water to have a shower.
Managed to get all three to the school, Sam with not only the buttons (counted 875), the cash, and the prizes (that was yesterday's last minuted proposition as we walked out), but also with the knitting twice as many snacks as yesterday and all of the coats. I am now getting the hang of this!
Headed off to see what three years of lack of practice could do for a game of golf. The old man seemed to think it was a reasonable attempt, having beaten him on three of the holes.
I offered the children to him for dressing purposes in the morning as part way round we discovered that he had his best gardening jumper on (holes in every elbow) as well as his hat on inside out.
Thankfully we were on the par-3 at Stoneleigh rather than Finham. I imagine they have codes that prohibit that.