The Bad Book

Had a pretty easy walk to school yesterday morning.  It was a lovely sunny day, Jonty was on his scooter and Henry and Rufus were busy firstly shooting lasers at each other and then secondly being on hotted-up motorbikes.  These are all imaginary of course.  Not the scooter - that was real.  At the traffic lights they were discussing in great detail the dimensions of the smoke-pipes on their bikes (exhausts).

I did get some funny looks as I was trundling along with one pram, two backpacks, two school jackets (thrown off during the heat of the game) a library bag and occasionally a hand on Jonty to stop him going pell-mell on to the crossing.  The pram is for when it all goes to pot with Jonty on the way home. Which it frequently does when tired.  That's me, not Jonty.

Normal families walk along nicely.  Ours is like some sort of travelling circus freak show.  After a day in which a great deal got done, I had prepared dinner, bathed Jonty and everyone was playing nicely.  I therefore settled on our porch with a glass of wine and current book The Great Gatsby.  THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE.  It was the best ten minutes of the year so far.

At bedtime I read to Henry and Rufus from a book I had got from the library that day - The Bad Book.  It is literally a book with illustrations about everything bad.  Hilarious.  I highly recommend it for anyone with children aged between 6 - 10.  The last story in the book is about how everything was bad.  Once upon a time everything was bad.  It goes on to say how it got badder and just when things couldn't get any worse they got very bad indeed.  The last ten pages of the book just get badder and badder and badder and badder and badder…….

Photo is from recent picnic on the river with some friends.  Rufus and Jonty not looking at camera.  Henry is not good with dogs but got quite attached to this one for the entire day.