A day at the chalkface.

I didn't sleep well last night. I think that this was due to a number of things:
G twitching, hand stretching & clenching on every fourth breath, for the first hour or so.
Dreaming - on a long journey, watching the scenery flash by.
Sleeping on the settee for at least an hour.

Anyway, the last thing that I wanted was a phone call at 7.33am from Granville School.
Icy roads in the village & a long queue to get onto the M42, but I arrived in the nick of time, had a good morning followed by a pretty difficult afternoon with 10 3 maths, hyped up by snowballing at lunch time.
I called in at M&S in Ventura Park on the way home to pick up odds & ends for Denmark as I am at Granville again tomorrow.
This is not the week that I had planned!

Yesterday we had a relaxing day, services at Shustoke & Over Whitacre in the morning then off to Hatton Locks to meet P, A & the children for a walk.
They are both very good walkers.
It was muddy rather than icy. Thomas took a few tumbles & was caked from the waist down, causing a lot of smiles from people going in the opposite direction.
A nice cup of tea at the cafe set us up for the journey home.
It snowed again on the way & into the evening.
G cooked stuffed mushrooms & salad for dinner (life's too short......)
We couldn't cope with "The Devil wears Prada", but stayed up to watch "Enigma", for the third time.
With hindsight, this was a mistake.