I was woken by wailing:
'I need Mummy'(Matthew the loudest scream in the East!), and so it continued despite Mr T's best efforts so after 2 minutes I went downstairs to sort out my son, he wanted a Mummy cuddle, nothing more, bless! That seemed to set the trend for the rest of the day so far.
'I don't want to go to school' Heather announced.
'Because it's a long time' she says hugging me, nothing like a bit of emotional blackmail. Still she went and was happy enough other than having to sit on a table of boys which is apparently 'smelly', the worst complaint my four year old makes.
As for Lucy, poor love is full of cold and not really understanding what a sneeze is, the look of surprise on her face every time it happens is quite amusing.
My new course books arrived today, advanced creative writing - hoping it does help me advance, and hopefully gain a deal at some point, another rejection plopped through the door over the weekend so when I get around to it I will be recycling that to elsewhere!