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Date: 19 July 2004 15:05:29

...whilst I've got some P and Q. Theoretically speaking today is a 'study day' for the little Miffs. (As if anyone can be bothered with that when school finishes on Wednesday anyway.!) In theory, you meet offspring's form tutor in a calm, relaxed atmosphere to discuss progress and fix 'achievement targets.' In practice, if one is lucky enough to have had an early appointment, junior offspring catches the train into the town with his little friends to catch 'Spiderman 2' at the Vue complex. In contrast, his sister's (and soon to be house captain's) responsibilities weigh heavily on her. She's stuck in school til mid evening, when all the shenanigans finish, trying to catch little people as they scuttle past and bully them into voting for next year's school council reps. Or was it Young Persons' Council, or maybe both?

They do release them to eat, thankfully. We bumped into each other in town earlier, and had a sneaky Costas. That school keeps them in business. Not to mention 'the other place,' whose name must never be mentioned in town, since they ripped off the picturesque old frontage (for picturesque read dark green tiles of the type you used to find in public toilets) without first seeking planning permission. Knowing this gives a slight frisson whenever we go in as I'm convinced that if anyone from churchy circles was to catch me, ex-communication would surely follow! Mind you, we did catch our youth leader in there last week. Hmmm....

Ms Miff is still not quite herself after Saturday's accident at work, when she slipped on a pool of grease, and hit her head on a stack of heavy metal trays. Why do they always do these sort of things to themselves when you're 80 miles away? She sensibly got herself checked out by a friend's mum who's a nurse, who didn't think any lasting damage had been done. This didn't stop her worrying about concussion though - spending Saturday night dozing downstairs in my recliner, with two hourly checks to see that she'd not expired meantime. Seems fine to me, if a little tired, as are we all, after the 1 a.m prank phonecall from one of her brother's delightful classmates. 'It' had a very childish tone- either one of the girls or one of the few boys whose voice hasn't broken yet. We reckon we've narrowed the suspects down, so *ahem* *ahem,* if you dare show yourself within sniffing distance of our abode, vengeance is mine!!!! Ms Miffs cancelled today's driving lesson, just to be on the safe side.

So...on with the countdown to the female Miffs' summerschools - art and theology respectively. Not that you'll be reading profound spiritual truths here, (as folk who've suffered my confused ramblings on shipoffools will be relieved to learn!). I'm not terribly sure what you'll be learning from my outpourings, dear readers.

Right! Next job, phone the art college. So much to do, so little time. At this rate I might even get round to using all those Flylady e-mails. 'WHERE IS YOUR LAUNDRY?' 'GRAB YOUR CONTROL JOURNAL, NOW!!' 'RELAX - WITH BOX OF CHOCOLATES, FLUFFY NOVEL AND TALL DARK HANDSOME...' Dream on.