James - a little bird

After literature class I got the bus to town, then 2 metros, to Whitley Bay. (Mr C had gone earlier in the car. It was a teachers’ inset day at Thomas’s school and the parents were off to London by train.).

I went to James’s nursery show which was held in aid of Sports Relief. He knew all his words and actions and is a confident performer - verging on the bossy show-off, telling the others when and what they should be saying!

We stopped to show them the river which had burst its banks all over the golf course and playpark.

Thomas is asleep but James is still entertains Grandad with a long made-up story. The forecast is snow, so maybe #3 daughter won’t be able to driv up with Ella and Nathaniel to play. It will be a very long weekend if the weather doesn’t improve!