I have recovered from the shock of Tall Girl losing her Senior school place now! Apparently it was an error on the part of the council and not my form filling (thank goodness). The place has been offered again and we will accept with glee. Our local school here is having a gun turret fitted on the top soon and SAS stationed at the gates!!! Well not really but it is one of the worst failing schools in Bristol over the last few years. So we decided against that one.

However the action of having the only offer of a half decent school taken away from me (albeit temporarily) has had a strange effect. It was only my second choice originally, and I had some reservations, but now all of a sudden I love every single little inchy winchy bit of that wonderful, wonderful school and I can't wait for her to start there!! Funny how that happens isn't it?


On the way to school this morning Tall Girl commented that 'next year' she would be catching the bus to school. 'As soon as September' I said, 'only 5 months away, you are growing up so fast!'

'One day you'll be as old as mummy' chirps up Small Sprog.

'No I won't' said Tall Girl in her durrr-brain voice 'I'll never be able to be the same age as mummy'.

'Yes you will' he replied matter-of-factly, 'when she's dead she'll stop getting older and you will catch up!'

OMG he is plotting my demise already! I wonder if it has anything to do with the farting putty which he has gunged onto his rug? He thinks I haven't seen it yet!