Going Hell For Leather

We had to go down and collect the monsters from swimming this morning whilst their parents headed off to a funeral..
When we arrived and it was hit and miss as to whether we would get in as there are no staff members on duty at the school and the doors are locked so you have to rely on somebody leaving to get in (and the Council wants to spend a fortune on trying to get people to learn Gaelic!).
When we got in Squirrel was finished her lesson and at the 'play time' stage. However, The Cygnet was just starting his lesson. He is at the point of having to refine his arm technique in the Crawl and doing very well.
The horrible lighting in the place started a migraine in SWMBO so when we got the monsters home she lay down on the settee and fell asleep. Squirrel went up to tidy her room (which was a disaster) and The Cygnet and I set to sewing on a handful of badges to his cub uniform (his mother has been very lax).
When Bags and hubby got home there was nearly a murder ……. Squirrel's room was even worse than when she started clearing up.

Time for us to leave...………….