One of the kittens, having attacked a foot with total success, wonders if the jugular is within reach …
There was much excitement here today, with the GCSE results coming out. Elder Daughter had taught or tutored numbers of the pupils, and Eldest Granddaughter had just written the exams. The latter had condemned herself to an impossible task for achieving good marks, by taking twelve difficult subjects – things like maths and Latin, and Japanese and German – instead of the eight or so (mixed with some easy ones) one can comfortably get away with.
ED’s pupils had all done extremely well, and she had every reason to be happy and proud. EG, on the other hand, had done – simply quite brilliantly! Ten of her subjects were A*, and for the other two she had to be content with mere As! We went out to supper at a historic old inn to celebrate.
My day had been spent in cleaning up and doing up, and fuelling up, and getting fed up with, a brush cutter I bought for the family for £15 at last weekend’s session of Bar Coot sales. I downloaded the manual, cleaned out the carb and plug, set gap and jets, bought new replacement screws … and it refused to go. Then Sn-i-L came home, and pulled and pulled and pulled when it was quite obvious how hopeless it was – and some obstruction which I had missed suddenly miraculously cleared and soon we were murdering nettles.
Then I had the joy of some private tutoring I have been doing paying off. My lessons to one of the members of the household have proved successful, and the results resound throughout the home. We now have, in fact, a parrot whistling a perfect few bars of the Woody Woodpecker song. I suppose it isn’t everyone who would find that amusing, but it definitely appeals to my sense of humour.
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