We have another productive day on the English and Maths front (well, at least Squiggle does). We’re still waiting for Scooter’s maths book to arrive, although his reading is coming on a treat.
Later, I tell Squiggle that we are going to the Pub. “How suprising” she says in a world-weary voice. I’m not sure how to take this. Does this mean that we spend a lot of time in the pub?
The pub is unexpectedly crowded and after about ten minutes I decide to fetch our own menus. However, as soon as I do, the waitress appears. Seemingly, customers are not allowed to fetch menus for themselves and she follows on my heels carrying the precious items herself.
Lots was said at the pub, but sadly, the only thing I can remember now is the bit about FiL & MiL wifeswapping ex-neighbours.