The very moment I stepped through the door this morning the phone started to ring.
Seeing J's school flash up across the screen indicated the call was more important than most.
The nice lady on the phone advised that J was complaining of feeling ill and having a headache. ( Yeah right )
She then passed the phone to J who did his utmost to put on a winning performance as a child too ill to be at school.
So the options were to:
a) Jump straight back in the car and and retrace the 15 mile journey to school from which i'd just returned.
b) Suggest J be given some Calpol and call back in an hour to check on his progress.
I opted for b to be told he'd not been complaining of any more ailments.
I suspect the threat of not going to gym club or trampolining this evening may also have helped the recovery process.
Monday, January 30, 2006
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1 comment:
ur a gr8 parent kiera, id ave told em to get notted!!!
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