The Apprentice and I have been watching Britain's Got no Talent avidly every night. This is because I am sewing the Bayeux Tapestry and the Apprentice is working early shifts and is very tired so we just need brain mulch at the end of our day in the background. The Apprentice bought me a Bayeux Tapestry kit last year after a visit to guess where? Bayeux. I made a start but my horses look like dogs and the boat looks like a big caterpillar. I think that's how it's supposed to look so I am having another stab at it with my needle. Ouch.
Mr Smith is back from Scotland ... with no gift. "What did you want, woman, Scottish shortbread from Heathrow Airport?" Well, I wouldn't have minded - I wouldn't have known they weren't from Scotland.
Today is Parents' Day |(Degree Show) at the Student son's University and, seeing as this is the last of these things we will ever have to attend, I am dragging Mr Smith along too. He can see what he's paid for over the past three years. At long last our children are educated (?) The end. Wheehee.
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