Big day for the children tomorrow, Stan especially is very excited.
Stalin's Christmas shop - an opportunity at school for them to buy presents for their friends and family.
By choosing, shopping and sorting out the money themselves. Yr 6 Prefects do the wrapping and helping the little ones oout with change.

They've each taken £5 out of their money boxes.
When otherwise do kids get to shop for themselves.

I'm so tired.
No doubt becasue I've spent nearly a whole hour eating toast and watching TV. That's tiring.
Lethargy is a dangerous thing, and it's entirely self-inflicted.
Lazy is a virulent disease and self replicates with alarming speed.

Leaving the office at 3 tomorrow to get to the appointment .
Don't really know if I'm nervous or not.

Menu - Shut Down.
Maybe I will sleep for more than four hours.
Give me books.
And water.

And even better:

I've had a couple of very welcome morning's at home this week, being with the little ones while Trx visits various surgeries and clinics trying, with no success, to get a diagnosis and some treatment for her eye.
It's been red, sore and blurred for weeks now, and shows no sign of getting better.
She has an almost permanent headache and her eyesight is unreliable.
There has been a suggestion that the condition is a side-effect of the hormoniereleasing coil she had fitted six weeks ago, and these are symptoms listed on the packaging.
If any of the following occur within six to eight weeks, consult your general practictioner:
SO here are at least three on the least.
The first GP said it was extremely unlikely and gave her some drops.
Nothing happened.
The second GP agreed and referred her to an eye specialist.
The eye specialist has 'never heard of it' and referred her to a gynaecologist.
The gynaecologist doesn't know anything about eyes.

PArt of the trouble with the health service of course is this fragmented, symptom-focussed attitude. Heaven forbid they would even conside rit from a holistic perspective.
Course, it may not be related, but they should at least acknowledge what it says on the tin...

It's been great being at home, especially with LC whose company is fab. Its so rare and precious to get these odd hours alone with one child and just enjoy the relationship.
We have read stories, made play-dough models, fed the swans in the park, watched the river and the boats, played with a friend's dog in the park. All the things that simplify and focus.
Washing, sorting clothes, getting Advent calenders up, writing card lists.

And I have even managed to phone and make an appointment with a counsellor for Friday afternoon. That takes me out of work again.
Catching myself up a bit this week, so that's been good, but now jobs are starting to pile in and I'm not sure how much more time off I can afford if I want to have two clear weeks at Christmas.
RH rang tonight, always refreshing.
I bunked off a Cell leaders meeting this evening, and won't go along tomorrow evening.
Shamefully, Christain Aid's "Act Justly" campaign notes don't inspire me at the moment. Doesn't feel comfortable putting it like that, and it probably means I really do need to face these difficult social issues a bit more.
I'm in a strangely sedentary and Christmas, friday, washing, childreninsular phase. Even for me...