Today was one of those rushing from here to there days trying to buy school uniforms (and mostly failing). Murron would try on plimsols and say "these are fine" only to decide just as I was paying that actually they were too tight or too big and slipping at the back. Rowan managed to convince me that tight black jeans would be fine for school and then when I got back home Sam delighted in telling me that there was now zero tolerance on school uniform. Sigh.

Fran and the children arrived and we had a very merry meal together which carried on late into the evening. There was much excitement about seeing the kittens too....