Flit

Ben left his nest for a fleeting minute, which is sort of a good sign. Poor thing has been ill all day and I am so glad I could say to him this morning, after looking deep into his eyes, that yes he should stay off school. Thank goodness Mrs Pepperpot was here. I came back after work and a meeting to spend a considerable time bleaching the kitchen, scene of unfortunate happenings. The recovered Little Agu had reams of homework to do, set this afternoon. We ate while Mrs P read to us (not wanting to eat just incase) Cottrell Boyce's 'Millions' and we are now in saintly meditation. Bed soon I think.