Hedgehog day.

Fridays have taken on a pattern of late; go to the doctors' for injections before catching up with G to play with Thomas.
This morning's injection was preceded by an hour's maths invigilation at KS, sitting with one student as prompter. I did manage the hour without talking - some feat!
I met the dynamic duo in Borders bookshop in Solihull where T was having great fun playing with the animated toy dinosaurs. Borders is closing down so has a sale on. Presumably another victim of the recession - there are a lot of empty shops , two in Coleshill High Street alone.
We lunched at MacDonalds; I didn't realise that a "Big Tasty" was going to be so big, I think that I thought that the implication was that it had a lot of taste.
It was enormous, even allowing for the stuff that escaped & slid down my trouser leg.
I bought a fleece in BHS, half price, a real bargain, then toiletries in Poundland.
I had to spend £25 in Morrisons to pay for the car park!

We drove home, separately, in the dark, wind & rain. Vile.
We settled for dinner by a big fire, with a bottle of pear cider, inspired by Hugh Fearnly Whittingstall, last night.
Ours was Swedish.
The wind is booming down the chimney but not enough to keep G awake.

There are weather warnings out for a lot of the country, Bournemouth/Christchurch in particular. Tomorrow is set to be rough.

We have just watched Jonathon Woss doesn't David Haye (boxing champ) look like George Bryan?
Arctic Monkeys are rubbish.

I let G open my post, which included a CD of Jamie McCullum, that I had bought for G's Christmas present.
This was a double whammy as it should have been Paulo Natini(?).
He was on JW recently & was impressive - Amazon didn't send the wrong CD, I ordered the wrong one.
They do look alike!

Sunday's sermon looks like hard work, something to do with time.
I'll sleep on it.

I plan to sponsor something for assembly at KS for Children in Need, inspired by watching Peter Kay on TV.
Any bright ideas?