Started the day with a quick coffee with my friend. She couldn't make it on Friday because her daughter wasn't well so we re-arranged for her to come today.
It was a quick coffee as well. Mark was off to London again so we only had an hour before I had to drop him at the station. I put a gift order in this time. Rose Poulong tea. Sadie mentioned it in one of her posts, I think it's Rose Poulong anyway, I'm going from memory which isn't great lately. As soon as she said it had a Turkish delight flavour it went on my list of "must try that".
I'm still busy knitting, in fact I confess to not doing much else yesterday. The blanket has come on a treat and I've only a few more rows to go before I cast off. We're going to see Matthew and Sophie tomorrow night so I'll take it with me then. I've also found a charity called Knit For Peace, so I have a hat on the go as well. If only World Peace could actually be achieved by something as simple as knitting.
Mark has been testing something with photos, the phone and e-mail and I found this in my inbox this morning. It brought back some lovely memories of Thomas when he was little and looking at this I don't think he's changed that much at all in the past 7 years.
Amy has got another full week of mock exams. They seem to do them every half term in Year 11. I know when I was at school it was one lot of mocks then the real thing. If she doesn't pass it won't be down to lack of organisational skills. There are lists, timetables, dates and bullet notes all over her bedroom walls and wardrobe.
She sounds a complete angel doesn't she, but she's not. She's come in from school in a right mood and picked a row with me, to the point where I've said "you'll have to go to your room". She's stomped upstairs to bed and is now fast asleep. She's shattered but that's no excuse in this house.
I could have rowed with her myself on Saturday, but took a deep breath instead. She went to an open day at her college then into Manchester with her friend. I got a text in the afternoon asking me if she could have a henna tattoo. Because I didn't know where she was having it done, what was being used and the fact she has sensitive skin I said 'No'. It turns out she didn't think I'd object and only decided to text me when she was halfway through having it done.
So she now has a henna elephant on her shoulder. I got the "well, I am 16" speech that seems to have been used a lot since 18th February! All I can say is thank goodness it's henna and not the real thing. I'm wondering if we've had it too easy with her and if this is her winding up for a couple of years of being a pain in the rump.
I can only hope not.