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It’s all very quiet here. Barney is off at Scout Camp - and so is Scratchy. He’s covered Cub Camp before, but never Scout Camp; I suspect this weekend will be the deciding factor in whether he becomes a Leader or not. I think he’d be really good at it: he gets on well with teens and pre-teens, he’s into sports and he loves stuff like camping and canoeing etc. And since he’s likely stuck with driving at least one of his children to Scouts for the next twelve years* he might as well stay between drop-off and pick-up and be some use

*Perhaps it’s bad planning on my part, but I have one child in Scouts, one in Cubs and two in Beavers. At the end of October, one of my Beavers will become a Cub, so it will be 1/2/1. By the time Jack moves to Cubs, Toby will be about ready to start Beavers and Freddy will joining George in Scouts. Oh, and Barney intends to become a Young Leader in a couple of years - I suppose maybe he can drive his brothers in a few years

Not that we looked like we had a clue last night when Barney was packing…how come it’s up to me to know where the pack-list and all the items on it are?

The others are all asleep - Toby with his legs splayed over mine. I’ve done the usual round of visiting bedrooms and turning off lights; in a while I’ll go let the dogs out before they settle for the night, and with any luck the cat will come in at the same time. I’m ready to fall asleep now - starting at about 7.20 a.m., I spent the day tidying and cleaning and realising how much the house needed it. The dining-room, conservatory and living-room were taken apart and dusted and washed and scrubbed and put back together again, and all the floors downstairs were vacuumed and mopped. Upstairs was mostly left alone, apart from Barney’s room which also had the full treatment. I must remember when he comes home on Sunday to seize his kit before it all ends up strewn across the floor.

I did pause briefly in my scrubbing to deal with Freddy, who managed to bang his head on the bathroom door, hard enough to cut his scalp - producing a big bump, but very little blood. And also to deal with Toby, who had been left in the kitchen alone with a jar of peanut butter and a jar of jam - and had gone and got himself a slice of bread and two knives and was attempting to make a pb-jam sandwich, but mostly eating the pb and jam directly from the jar