The snow has gone. It was unpleasant yesterday morning but then settled down to rain for a few hours. There are a few faint traces but nothing much. The beck is full.
It is getting close to the top of the bank and lots of rain forecast.
Bear had a marvellous time in mud learning about Vikings. He has let slip that they learnt about the Saxons attacking Vikings and apparently a clay lamp will be coming home soon, but bear doesn't really share what happens with school. Whatever hid did, though, he enjoyed. Then he had an awesome time at the quiz at church - but they came third! It was a fix! Well, okay, if they had not fiddled with one of the scores then bear would have won, and I had to do a lot of soothing both of bear and DH, but it was only for fun.
Bear found a hammer in the corner of the garden. It isn't bloodstained so I don't suppose it is a relic of a desperate crime, left in our garden as someone fled from a dreadful scene. It's rather ratty so I think I will discreetly lose it when bear has forgotten about it.
Bear is currently not fit for rags. We didn't get home until after 8.30pm and bear is usually either asleep or well on the way by then. By the time he had settled down and recovered from the injustice of the fiddle (or adjustment, it was complicated) and dropped off it was well past 9.30.
Today is going to be a quiet day.