I think its that time of year. I am so tired as the nights are drawing in. Of course, the driving for three hours solid today may have helped. We were practising exiting junctions. I am too timid. I sit at the junction and dither about whether I've got time to make it. By the time I've decided that I can, it's too late and I can't! By the end of it, I was sweeping majestically around the left turn and there were no near misses, apart from a dazed pigeon.
Bear came back from the residential trip today. He did not like it at all. I worry that he is too dependent on us. Truthfully, we have always been available to him, but neither DH nor I have insisted that he spend time with us apart from at bedtime. I don't think he entirely approved of all of the activities, had a much later bedtime than he was used to and came back with what looked like nettle rash over his shins. He is nearly twelve, though, and I worry that I've got it wrong. He was flat out asleep by 9pm. This is Brimham Rocks, where bear was scrambling with the rest of the class.
I actually went to meet him and his pal, as I thought two tired not-quite-twelve year olds with cases would probably not do well alone on the bus. I gave them a drink and a bun and then we got a taxi back. It wasn't as expensive as I expected, but the driver was terrifying. He kept talking about going towards random villages, and I kept trying to get him on to the right road. He took both hands off the steering wheel, tailgated one poor driver through some roadworks and swore at a cyclist. I was so glad to get out of the car!
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