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Much Ado About (Pretty Much ) Nothing

I know, I know...I haven't exactly been forthcoming over the last week, but I reckoned that you needed a little rest from my tirades.

I've also been extremely tired, not least because the kids have been pretty horrendous, granted that we are off for the half-term holiday. It began yesterday, but the realisation that I have a break from the little darlings has not really sunk in yet. By the time it does, I will be driving back to work, in only nine days time.

Life goes on. I'm delighted to report that sometime contributor to this site, Bradbox, has become a father yet again and now has a new daughter to add to his gorgeous collection. Mazel Tov to all concerned.

As for me, I'm taking it easy, looking forward to facing off the end of the academic year (two months to go....two months to go....) and dreading having to start writing my class reports very shortly. No doubt, I shall bore you silly when I start that little project!

It's a new week.
Smile.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Claude, Thank you for your kind words, and thank you and your wife for organising meals for us in the first week. Bless you and your family Claude, and a Chag Sama'ech to you all. Bradbox

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