There were a couple of catastrophes today – Miss W has mispaced her specs and I got a phone call from Number 1′s math teacher because his behavior was so awful today. I gave Miss W’s room a thorough clean and search, but no glasses so I’m afraid she’s going to have to get a new pair, groan. That will mean a trek all the way up to Colorado Blvd. I won’t go into detail over Number 1′s transgressions because he reads this, suffice to say I was cringing and apologizing to the math teacher on the phone today. It may be partly my fault as I didn’t remind him to take his meds this morning, even so I was very cross when he returned home this afternoon. Number 2 has been angelic. Well, I say angelic, see that red mark between his eyebrows? It was a small, barely noticable scratch a few weeks ago but he keeps gouging at it and getting cross with me for trying to stop him. But apart from this, he has been angelic.

I settled in bed tonight for a read of Mrs Scrooge by Carol Ann Duffy, who is the poet laureate in the UK. Read this, it is a funny and clever take on A Christmas Carol, I suppose not everyone would warm to Mrs Scrooge’s sensibilities, she is against animal cruelty and the glittery consumerism of Christmas, but without being a pain in the backside.I just wish they’d used the Posy Simmonds illustrations I saw in the Guardian in the book, which were much cosier and warmer than the ones used.

I can’t believe it’s so near Christmas, suppose I should get the turkey on my next trip to King Soopers.