After working at my computer all morning in my oh-so-peaceful house, I made a dash to the shops for dog food. Two 10-month-old Dobermans with no dog food in the house isn’t good…
While there, I walked past the French Pattiserie, and thought – wouldn’t it be nice if I bought a cake to celebrate the first day back at school? The chocolate mud-cake slices looked the ticket. And milk, we’re low on milk…
Once the kids made their assorted ways home I started on the milkshakes/iced coffees, and Captain Scarlet dished up the cake. "It’s to celebrate your first day back at school" I told him.
"Celebrate? More like drown our sorrows…" he complained.
When Gorgeous Girl finally arrived home on the bus, all hot and sweaty, I told her there was a surprise in the fridge. She came back and said "great – thanks Mum!" (I just love gratitude… even if I have to buy mud cake to get it . I told her it was to celebrate her first day back at school – and she said "You mean, the fact that it’s over and I survived??"
I am sure when I was in years 9 and 12 I loved school… I am positive it was something to celebrate… wasn’t it??
Captain Scarlet had my number though. He said "Mum, it’s you celebrating getting us out of the house!"
Was I THAT obvious??