I am still sorting washingand tentagefrom camping. Every time I get the tents nearly dry, it rains, and I have to wade out and empty three inches of water from on top of them, turn them over, crush the snails and hope this time we'll be lucky.
This morning Little Fish's new teacher is visiting. Excellent timing, I thought - our cleaner was due uesterday and we had already made arrangements to be out of the house from mid mornung until bewdtime. Except that things just don't work out that easily, and our cleaner is now coming this morning instead. And probably at the same time as the teacher. So this morning I have been running around (I say running; I have been plodding. Picking one foot up and trying to remember to put it down before picking the next foot up, occasionally forgetting to pick either foot up and wondering why I am not moving) trying to convert the house from laundry/squat to something more closely resembling the ideal Foundation Pupil's house; books and puzzles and toys visible but shelved, floor all mostly accessible, and a rug pulled over the inexplicable raw-pea-and-playdough stain in the middle of the sitting room.
The only thing missing is one small childHer teacher due in fifteen minutes, she is still fast asleep and not stirring even when I
Wish me luck.