Dan has been on work experience this week. In view of Sohpie's experience (when she just filed papers for a week) I viewed this with a good deal of trepidation. I had visions of his notoriously short attention span being exhausted by about 9:30 on Tuseday (he didn't work Monday) and by Thursday he would be resolute in his opinion that work wasn't foor him and was something he didn't too much care to get involved in in the 50 years ahead.
But he's been full of it, and is thoroughly enjoying himself. Apparently his boss says he has "much more savvy than the guy they had last year", prompting his sister to comment "What must he have been like then?"
I drop off Emsy at school, then when I should be doing more towards marketing thebusiness, I sink into an entire day of Interperving. It's a horrible addiction ( I am am pretty sure that word is not misused here) and I feel wretched by the end of the day when I realise what I could have achieved with the time. Where does one turn for help??
Sophie and H have gone to Bath for the weekend. Sophie has somehow got involved with the National volleyball championships, and even more curiously H has too.
They are staying in a youth hostel, and H worries that she may snore. I fear for the others in that dorm.
Dan rides his bike home from P's, and we all watch HIGNFY, which still stays fresh for yet another series. The term "national institution" cannot be far away.
Usually Friday routine, but splendidly I walk into the Bpombay Nights, and it is packed full. How good to see after the struggle they have had to bring in the punters. they are a nice nunch in there, and so crucially are the only outlet in town for the precious Bombay Duck!!
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