This clown crossed the solid line from TWO lanes, then, for his finale, squeezed his low-loader into the turning lane(actually, he was half in the bike lane !), cutting off some poor bugger driving a truck and dog.
Never a policeman when you want one…
Once Mr. Clever had got out of my lane I continued across the river to the pool. Swam 2kms. Zipped across to the shops and got some essentials (yes, cat food!), posted some letters, popped in to see the travel agent and flash my plastic.
And then I went to school. To play with paint. Lovely Grade 5s, all fresh and eager, positively shining in their clean, new uniforms.
The class have been reading and discussing Emily Rodda’s “Deltora Quest” and their teacher asked if I’d come to school and help with some artwork based on the books.
I have to admit that I’ve had to do very little, as Kylie has already done a fine job of producing outlines (bless the OHP!) on fabric. It was just a matter of guiding the brushes and trying not to splatter too much paint. But hey! these kids are nine-year olds and who am I to poor cold water on their efforts!
Next week, we’re going to tackle the dragon!
It’s always entertaining to work with these youngsters. Sometimes, challenging. And tiring! So this morning’s swim was a very slow, lazy 1200m. My muscles kept sending signals that they didn’t want to do this. I countered with “it’s good for you”: and “you’ll be glad later.” I’m not so sure…I took one look at the Hoover when I got home and decided a nap was in order!