Brotherly love

The youngest is getting quite into holding hands, and will happily slip his hand yours as you walk along or read bed time stories, it's very sweet. So as I was walking home this evening, the youngest held his brothers hand (and his brother loved it).  This was before they jumped out and ran up the street in a game of chase (see March 4th cheat blip). 

Long, tiring day at work, had a visitor who needed escorting to several meetings all over the School. I'd organised the day and send an email out to say that the day had to run to time... what I hadn't factored in was the lunch I'd organised in the girls house, which totally over-ran due to their excitement at hosting a young 'dishy' (as the house mistress described him) London chap from a web agency.  So it was an interesting explanation to the Director of sports as to why he'd been kept waiting half an hour for his meeting - which was taken in very good heart and humour.