9 o'clock

There was a meeting at Will's school this evening to discuss how on earth it will change from a tiny school for 4-8 year olds to a primary school with more and bigger children. I decided I didn't need all that anger and crossness so didn't go. Instead I did some tidying, arranged the beautiful flowers Jay and Will had bought me and then went to the beach. It was beautifully calm and peaceful, a much nicer way to spend the evening.

Daisy is professing a new love of football and demanding that her 9 o'clock bed time to relaxed to enable her to make the most of her new hobby.

Right weather! You had better bloody stay like this for at least the next three days so I can make the most of you. I have said that in my "angry warning" voice my children know so well.......