Scooter gains two badges at gymnastics. Well, technically speaking he’s gained two scrappy pieces of paper (I did wonder what the coach was doing, I thought perhaps he had taken pity on all these deprived home-ed children and decided to teach them all to read as well as forward roll), but they can be exchanged for BAGA level 7 and BAGA level 6 badges.
We give drama a miss so that I can be home in time to go to my CIMA talk later on. However, I then decide it would be a rather good idea to drive to mega-sized Asda, instead. All four children are squashed into the trolley (their choice) and I go about the shop adding various bits and bobs to the mix. All the children gain a sticker and a magnet each from the woman flogging cookie mix. Eventually, we get to the checkout and I realise that we do not need a ceramic juicer thingy (that has by now been chipped against the trolley) and matching wotsit and the various other bits and bobs that have accumulated in the trolley between Squiggle and Scooter (not all of it put there by me). We leave nearly an hour later with a jigsaw and book I could have bought in the mega-sized Tesco that was 20 seconds walk from the gymnastics place and cookie dough that cost more than cookies that are already cooked.