This shot is overexposed, but you can see George plainly in the very centre of the photo with his arms crossed.
George is full of enthusiasm for the new sport he has learned, insisting that next winter we are to all go for a skiing holiday to The Alps. I don't want to break it to him that a skiing holiday is a bit more than we can afford, but it would be fun to think about. I love skiing.
I picked him up just before five on Sunday evening. He was so tired. We managed to keep him up through dinner. I fixed his favourite desert, apple crumble. Henry drew George a bath and when he hit the pillow, he was knocked out by the concussion of his head hitting the pillow.
We let him sleep through and miss school on Monday. He was too tired and would have been impossible. No knowledge would have sunk in on Monday. Sleep deprivation blocks knowledge receptors. George actually slept through until 2pm! He phoned us at work when he finally emerged from his bed.
The Mont Blanc tunnel was blocked on Saturday due to a landslip on the French side. This meant that they had to get to Calais via a different route. George's bus went through a corner of Switzerland. The kid now has a country on his list that neither of his parents have been to. Lucky git!
The house has stopped being quite so tidy and quiet. I'm glad to have him home.