The children have given a TOF rating on the Gazpacho at St. Antonin, always a favourite for visiting children.Our grandchildren leave tomorrow and we sat doing a holiday round up over lunch. Weather could not have been better, pool a lovely temperature, meaning pool games and swimming were the most popular event. Oh! you did not know that we had a mini Olympic games over the two weeks with pool races, running, jumping, shot put, badminton,table tennis and we could all discard our worst event. Grandma came last in nearly everything but I was quite impressed with my shot put even though everyone else thought it weak. The children actually said the best things to me that I will remember for ever, the 12 year old said I was ''exciting'' [ bear that in mind Malc] and the 6 year old said I was amazing, ''grandma, you are amazing''she said. That was after a very good shot playing croquet, but ''amazing'' will do me.
The six year old has spent the holiday downloading St. Clare's stories from the kindle to read, saving carrying books on the plane. I made them laugh at lunch with my school story for which I laid the blame at the feet of a certain friend called Brigid. We were in second year at Malory Towers [ well Middlesbrough High School actually] Brigid had forged the teachers signature to get a new exercise book for us to use as a diary. In this diary three 12 year old girls made up terrible adventures that happened to us in the back streets around the town in Middlesbrough. They usually entailed meeting big boys from the High School next door and often having sexual adventures which got progressively worse each day. As our knowledge of the opposite sex was limited I cannot imagine what we made up but just remember we all thought it quite shocking and the writing came with a lot of giggling. Now everything would have been ok if I had not handed the exercise book in as geography homework.
I was summoned to the headmistress's office for a good talking to and of course could not split on the other diarists, but I did think it a tad unfair that I got all the blame.Then there was the day I bought the white mice with pink noses at lunch time from the pet shop and then took them in to school... reading too much Enid Blyton should come with health warnings!
Brigid ended up being a teacher.
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