Panic
One of the good things about shacking up with a life-partner at a relatively young age is that before you grow old together, you grow up together.

I think we smashed that middle barrier sometime this evening, when the boy turned to me clutching a sheet of brown paper with tiny black text all over it. 'THIS IS UNREADABLE!' he exclaimed, all but shoving the offending article up my nostril in disbelief. Nope, you're just gettin' blinder.
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Camp
Fifty one kids. Six adults. Four days and three long, sleepless nights. I quickly lost all respect for the couples I saw struggling with one or two kids on our day trips. What's the problem? There's only two of them! Look at me, I've got eight in tow!

The kids were actually very well behaved, with the three default moods being a) excited b) tearful c) carsick. I tapped into new reserves of patience and travel-game-inventing.

When the boy came to pick me up last night I could barely keep my eyes open to walk to the car. And now I am about to have a beer and watch Doctor Who and savour the sweet, sweet silence.
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Buster
At Bath Cats and Dogs Home, you can turn up and volunteer as a dog walker, which is how we ended up walking Buster, the cutest and saddest dog in the world:
Buster for Jeff
Buster had to wear a muzzle in case he tried to bite another dog. Being a dog himself, Buster was singularly unable to understand the concept of a muzzle, and spent many tragic minutes trying and failing to pick up enticing-looking sticks all the way along our walk. He also had to wear a little coat to keep him warm and dry, although we did enjoy his hilarious head-and-tail shake, a kind of crazy bodypopping ending in a 'tthhhhrrrp!' as his hindquarters shivered to a stop.

Buster seemed pretty unfazed by his return to the kennel, although I would happily have smuggled him home under my coat. Bye, Buster, we love you!
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Bat country
I've been operating on crazy-time this week, which means getting up crazy-early then running around and multitasking in a crazy manner until I collapse on the sofa mid-evening and have to be hefted to bed like a big sack of crazy. Next week I'm off on school camp, which fills me with a terrible foreboding. Hilariously, I have been put in charge of bringing sports equipment.

In other news, let's all send some good exam revision vibes to Cope, noted Welsh speaker and tall American. Good luck!

cake birds
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