Just as I have decided to nudge Hen out of the picture, so to speak, back she comes like a bad penny. Scouring her school bill last night I was shocked to find an itemized two pages of stationary charges. It was entitled Stationary & Books and as the total had come to £124.77 I presumed - ever the optimist - that she had been doing some serious reading in the run up to GCSE's last term. None of it. There was one book on the bill. A romantic thriller. Besides that, to name just a few things off the top of my head, 28 pens - I kid you not - of various shapes and sizes, several bottles of ink, 7 packets of pencils, 10 pads of A4 paper, 1 Casio calculator, a protractor, five 1st class stamps (none of which were converted into letters to us) and 10 rubbers ( we've been down this particular route before if you recall)....
P.S. Muhammed Ali, our cockerel, lives on. When I wandered down last Sunday morning to deliver the coup de grace he was busily engaged with one of the hens and I really didn't have the heart.
P.P.S. Bob got a rosette for coming second in the 10-16yrs old dog handling class in that Oxfordshire field I was telling you about last Friday. 7.5 hours round trip all worthwhile.
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