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Today was a bit of a non-day for me - I was very tired (probably from doing too much over the last few days; I still struggle if I’ve several busy days in a row) and spent most of the day lying down. The boys spent most of the day reading and drawing and making objects out of paper. Jack trashed George and Freddy’s room (again) so there was much get-that-room-sorted-ing going on around dinnertime. We’d one of my stashed frozen lasagnas for dinner, then I got myself into the shower in an attempt to wake up properly for the St John Ambulance Parents’ Evening.

Well. What can I say? - scary flashbacks to Girls Brigade Displays! Lots of marching etc, to the same music and doing the same routines that I remember doing in Girls Brigade. Apparently this group (chapter?) has been the area champion in “drills” (that’s marching to you and me) for the last few years - can’t say I see the point myself. But in Girls Brigade all we ever did was marching and displays with twirling ribbons and stuff like that - not particularly thrilling for us, and the poor parents who had to sit through three-hour displays of it must have been bored stupid. At least tonight there was a bit more variety. I don’t think we ever did anything as interesting as creating (fake) burns and treating them while I was in Girls Brigade. There was one first-aid display which was very funny - the “elderly gentleman” started off with a damaged vein in his leg, which the SJA volunteers had come to his home to dress - but then he fell from his chair and bumped his head and had all sorts of other calamities while they were there and at the end of the display was carted off to hospital in an ambulance, strapped to a wheelchair and breathing oxygen! Much muttering around the hall of “If they come to my house they’re not getting in - that poor bloke only had a sore leg when they arrived!”

It got to about 9pm and Jack and Toby had really had enough - Jack was almost asleep on his feet and Toby was struggling valiantly on but you could tell he hadn’t much left in him. (He’s got two teeth just sitting right below the gum - that one I mentioned a while back never did come through, but I’ll be really surprised if he hasn’t got at least one through by this time next week - so that wasn’t helping.) So Scratchy brought me home with the two youngest (and they’re both in bed and sleeping now - Jack snoring loudly) and went back for the rest of it. Freddy chose to stay and watch the rest of it and when we left, Barney was busy getting tied in various bandages. George was waiting in the reception hall for the next Badgers bit; he was looking really tired, so I hope the prize-giving doesn’t go on too long. I did get a chance to speak to the woman who takes the Badgers before I left, and asked her if it would be okay for Freddy to go occasionally - he has Beavers (Scouts) at the same time as Badgers happens, so he can’t go all the time - and she said that was no problem at all, so he’ll be happy to hear that

Ah, they’ve just got home - Freddy has run in and told me I should have stayed because “there was food and drinks!” - you’d think I never fed this lot!