The grumps have taken up extended residence. I am in a foul mood for most of the day. Still, this helps the motivation on the home-ed front. Squiggle and Scooter knuckle down to their work, just to keep a low profile. As a result, we get through all of the English and Maths in record time. Excellent. I make a mental note to be grumpy more often and I reward myself by sneak-eating three chocoloate cookies while the children are playing in the conservatory, although my enjoyment is somewhat overshadowed by the need to swallow the last one almost whole when Scooter returns to kitchen for a drink.
In the afternoon, a friend and her three sons come to visit. She has identical twins. Really identical. However, I ask Scooter if he can tell the difference, because sometimes children pick up on things that adults miss.
“No Mummy, they’re the same people” Scooter says, in the manner of someone divulging a state secret. So that’s that theory out the window.