That old chestnut

It's conker time of year again. Having introduced the local kids to the fine art of conker battles, the kids have to be sure that they win. And so the long process of conker preparation has begun. Once the French kids discover Google and the English language, we're sunk.

In other news, my battle against undressed windows has restarted, but unexpected rain last night meant I could not work on the parquet (wet sand).

Still later, planning for TallGirl's Spanish exchange in the spring, and the rather surprising news that TG's pals think Mr B is scary. Meanwhile the scary man himself is currently flying home. Sadly not home-here, but home-Edinburgh. I guess that gives me until Sunday to tidy up a bit and fix that floor....