My brother and sister-in-law, back in the country after a month in Australia, and just for a few short weeks before moving to Tanzania. Hello, yes I'm talking about you. No blog to link to
And my friends Martin and Hazel, here from Argentina for just a few days.
Combine driving to Hertfordshire to see M and H with being on duty at Scramblers makes for a very disjointed and probably boring blog enty. But given the number of messages I had when I missed posting last week, I thought I ought to put something up here.
Oh - I'll leave you with a thought from Scramblers (church for 3-4 year olds).
Leader "Right, children, today's story is about a man called Matthew"
Voice from the mass of children "There's a boy called Matthew in our kindergarten"
Leader "That's nice, is he your friend?"
VFTHMOC "Not really, he broke my nose"
Leader "Right, children, today we're going to learn about a different man called Matthew".
Combine that with one small visiting child dressed up as Snow White (hello, yes, I'm still talking about your family), one small boy throwing a screaming howling tantrum because he wanted a fake currant bun (and then a nap with his muslin), one small girl crying for Mummy, one large boy shouting just because he can, three spilled drinks and one toddler plumping himself down into the ensuing puddle, the inevitable constant trickle of wee children needing to trickle their own wee, and one thing's for sure, it wasn't a boring morning.
Tired now though - and a silent household meaning that despite the late night (some children weren't in bed until past seven o'clock!), everyone has settled and I should probably join them.