A friend who I worked with decades ago sent me this photo the other day, which he'd found in a drawer. We think it was taken on a corporate day trip on a yacht which was sponsored by "Computacenter", with whom we were doing a lot of business at the time. That must have been in late 1991. I was slimmer then, it seems, with more hair, only one chin and a very weird grin! The same yacht was apparently sailed to the Caribbean the following year where it was attacked by pirates with one of the crew killed. Really. No joke.
Last Sunday was a terrific day spent with four of JD's classmates and their parents. We all met at the Kunming Botanical Gardens which was surprisingly quiet and spacious. Everyone had brought picnic food, which we shared, and one family had a small tent which the kids loved. The weather was warm, with a cool breeze. We had expected to stay a couple of hours but finally left after six! Lovely trip.
[As we left, Ava fell clean through a drainage grill in the road, scraping and bruising her left leg up to the knee. Karma, anyone?]
This is what happens when your darling wife leaves a scraping tool, razor blade up, at the back of a shelf of tools. Rummaging around for a pump to inflate JD's ball, I took out my hand to find my index finger spurting out blood! Three days later, I don't need a band aid any more, but you wouldn't believe how often you use that pointy finger on your right hand throughout every day.
JD's Kindergarten don't seem to plan things very far ahead. We often get SMS messages late in the day telling us to provide something for the following morning. Yesterday evening we received a text message at 8pm instructing us to "experiment with our child to find out whether eggs float in water", and then provide photographic evidence this morning to show the results. We had to drag JD out of bed and fake a couple of photos after which I spent an hour uploading them to the school website and creating a collage to hand in. As I passed it to the teacher this morning, I rather cheekily reminded her that Ava and I do both work full-time and in MY teaching job, I'm expected to plan my lessons at least a week in advance! She just laughed.
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