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Wednesday, 26 September 2018

That Time of Year

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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