My saintly patience, the Little Mermaid and thrashing the Belgians in rugby

Apparently I have the patience of a saint which put me in good stead for Children’s Week. Herding cats was one metaphorical description as we saw dozens of the little poppets arriving with dazed parents who looked like they had been deprived of adult interaction, sleep, decent food and daylight

I see no ships…other than the fishing boat that is rather low in the water

I see no ships…other than the fishing boat that is rather low in the water

It has been a long time in the making, quite literally, but Vera finally arrived on Wednesday evening with all the pomp and circumstance one would expect for such a VIP. I speak of one of the last remaining original lerrets

A nasty case of end-of-term colds and then the Americans arrived

A nasty case of end-of-term colds and then the Americans arrived

Apparently there are around 200 cold viruses; I think I must be on about cold virus number 156 thanks to my dear son who very generously shares his school germs with me, particularly as the end of term approaches. So