Park, Park, Park & Park

It's a late Friday evening and I'm watching C at cricket practice. He seems to enjoy it and embraces the opportunity more than some of the others.  The kids come from all over- C didn't know anybody when he started here last week.  Since it goes from 6:30 to 8:30, it makes for a long evening for C and usually a chilly evening for his older escort. While watching, I happened to listen to a podcast interview with Sir Mervyn King (the 72 year old Head of the Bank of England) on Desert Island Disks talking about how he plays cricket here himself regularly (this is the club for the staff of the Bank of England).  

As I picked up D from school today, her teacher Miss Stanley pulled me aside and told me about D's achievement.  She has been practicing her writing at home recent and the effort has paid off. D wrote a (very) short story about aliens (?!), which she then had the opportunity to read to Mr Hogston, the school principal/Head Master. Both were impressed enough that she received an award.  It brought a small tear to my eye.

Grandma came over for the kids half term holidays.  A high point was the science experiments concocted at the kitchen table.  Things like- Rubber eggs Volcanos Dyed flowers Rock candy has been saved for the next trip.