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I have the greatest admiration for Alison, who can remember what her family did all week and put it all in a great big long blog-post - but if I don’t record it the same day, it’s gone forever. So this will be a great deal shorter than three days worth of blogging would normally be (do I hear a few sighs of relief? ;-))

Tuesday - I thought since it was half-term for the local schoolkids, we’d not bother with doing any work. Except that none of them was around - presumably back at school. Poor things

George and Barney had St John Ambulance Badgers and Cadets respectively on Tuesday night, but Beavers was cancelled (due to half-term… I thought…) so Freddy had a night off. While the others were out, though, a friend who lives a few miles away phoned to ask if I could have her kids for the day on Wednesday, since they were still off on half-term, but their dad (who’s a teacher) wasn’t. So Wednesday was a busy day, with seven kids here instead of the usual five. Surprisingly little difference - just extra quantities of food

Today, we’d a bit of a catch-up on homework, then Scratchy took Barney, George and Freddy off to archery - they’ve just recently got back, which is why I’m blogging - Toby is playing with Barney so I’ve finally got two hands free. I’m down a finger though, since I tried to slice the top of one of them off this afternoon while washing the blade from my new food processor. I do like my food processor - been making lots of yummy things including many many smoothies - but I wasn’t so fond of it this afternoon when I was bleeding all over the kitchen. It was one of those stupid moments - I was washing up one-handed, and turning the blade around inside the bowl (which was filled with soapy water) and thinking “need to be careful not to cut myself here” - famous last words, eh? I should know better really - I’m not good with fingers generally: I tend to get them caught on things and stuck in things and burn them a lot. On one memorable occasion I managed to burn all the fingers on my right hand when I lifted a tray to put it in the oven, forgetting that I’d only taken it out a minute before, and then, five minutes later, now operating left-handed (because the right one hurt!), I plunged my other hand into a basin of hot washing-up water - fast, because I knew the water was hot - and realised too late that there was a bread-knife in the bottom of it. That was most impressive, but apparently didn’t teach me anything

Ooh, and has anyone noticed my new and (I think) snazzy favicon? (Apart from Scratchy, that is, who wasn’t given any choice in the matter LOL)