I feel a fraud. People like Bless have real health issues. This is just a cough. It has slowed me down a little. No writing, but some useful thinking time. I think bear is getting anxious. He really hasn't coped well with losing father. So I have a doctor's appointment at 7.50am tomorrow.
Otherwise, things are fine. Bear has found his book bag that mysteriously vanished in school yesterday. Apparently it was in his drawer when he looked this morning and then bear shared a very long and complicated story which mean he had looked, really, and it wasn't his fault. At least at this time of year I have a good chance of keeping his sweaters. It is cool enough that he leaves them on all day. I have got very good at the quick glance to see if bear is coming out with all that he should.
I'm not so good at remembering to send things in. By the end of the week I am supposed to be sending in magazines. I wonder how many people are in my position. All the magazines I buy, I want to keep. They have knitting patterns or interesting articles about Viking long ships. Most people look online for the gossip stuff anyway. I wonder if I am the only parent considering picking up the cheapest magazine at the newsagents tomorrow - that is, the cheapest respectable magazine. I shall have a rummage round. I wonder if catalogues count as it is for collages.