Monday again. And the last week of school before half term. Surely, there's got to be a way of making this world slow down just a little bit.
I got dressed today! Reluctantly, I admit. I do love my comfy PJ's.
Anyway, I had a walk up to Number 14 to see what had been done over the weekend. Oh my goodness. Who'd have thought smooth walls could make me so happy. I'm over the moon with how the kitchen looks already and it's only been plastered. What a difference 2 days can make.
Mind you, there has been blood, sweat and tears put into this room so it's about time a smile or two was added.
Things must be slowly getting back to normal because the jigsaw is back on the table. Yesterday I managed to fit 8 pieces. Today I've done about 30. I can't honestly say it's enjoyable but it has become a challenge and I will not be defeated.
Thomas needs to take a pair of old trousers and a t-shirt into school tomorrow that are OK to cut up. It's something to do with making a scarecrow and Jack and the Beanstalk. I couldn't really make head nor tail of what he was saying, but once again not much notice given to provide something for school.
He's also brought a book home from the school library called Pig Heart Boy. The title pretty much sums it up. A 13 year old boy needs a transplant and is given a pig's heart. All sounds a bit deep to me but it is aimed at 8-12 year olds.
I'm sure I was reading much more genteel books when I was his age, Heidi and Little House on the Praire spring to mind. But it's probably right up his street and at least he's reading, so that can only be a good thing.