Bah! (again)

[muninnhuginn]

The day's not Improving.

Tesco have moved the organic groceries away from their nice convenient position next to the fridges with organic produce just along from the organic fruit and veg. This means, as well as trekking over to find the organic milk (with the rest of the milk), we have to trail around to find the groceries. All this in aid of Xmas stuff. I sighed when I saw the Hallowe'en stuff out, shrugged when I saw the ads for temporary staff to sell fireworks, and nearly screamed when I saw the aisles already stocked with Xmas tree decorations. For f***'s sake, it's still September.

Then Looby Loo's dance teacher phoned to say that she's not running any classes at all: not enough pupils, unwillingness to stump up fees. Looby Loo very disappointed. Must find another class: one that runs in Cambridge (most of the classes for little girls run in the outlying villages) on an appropriate evening. Or, I suppose, I could do a deal and let Looby Loo join the chess and go club when she hits six. It's not as if she won't get the exercise what with walking or cycling to school and her swimming lessons.

But email is now functioning fine. Just after I'd set up auto forwading to Gmail. Should I leave that as an offsite backup? Hmmm.

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[armb.livejournal.com]

Rory enjoyed the Chess and Go club, but then Cubs moved to Wednesdays when he got to the top of the waiting list. He's since decided the local Cub pack isn't much fun (just playing football most of the time), but now his trumpet teacher has invited him to band practise which is on Wednesdays.
Henry went to ballet classes in Newmarket briefly, but didn't like being the only boy (and didn't think the teacher was as good as the one at pre-school when we were living at Bolton's Farm).