What a miserable wet day. Massive puddles wot you could lose your actual car in.

Still, a short day. Home to girls and a frantic couple of hours of schlepping to choir practice, grocery shopping, picking up the little little one from nursery, picking up the big little one from choir, picking up neighbours girls and then home to general feeding and entertaining frenzy.

Was too late cooking dinner to make it a gym class but now I have some extra time to consider a little talk I volunteered to give to the big little one's class this coming Wednesday.

What does a gal say to thirty or so 6-7 year olds? It needs to be about actual work. Christ, the poor wee sods will die of actual boredom...