Fungi

Q didn't want to go to school this morning. His friend had to go home after being hit in the face by a thrown tennis racquet by another boy and it rather shook him up. I think it was the fact that he didn't know if he was OK.

He very reluctantly got dressed and got in the car but seemed brighter as soon as the journey started.

Painters continued and the house is already looking miles better even though we are in complete disarray.

I managed a very very wet lunch time run.