The debonair Basil Marigold's

 It was Saturday when I started looking for our children's Mother's day card. I had been on point this year and bought all the cards a couple of weeks earlier, as I needed three. Two for Mother's day and a birthday card.  I had them all filled out and ready for despatch in my bureau. As I had multiple cards and another item for my mum I waited until the week before to gather them and pop them into a larger padded envelope. I then got my wife to take them to the post office to post. Job done. Brownie points to me, huzzah. And then on the day before as I went to get my wife's card it had disappeared from my bureau! It had completely evaporated.  Of course I did... This year my mum got two Mother's day cards. One from her son, and the other from her Grandchildren.  Still, every cloud. I can now pick the card back up from my mum and re-use it next year!

After what has seemed 16 and a half years the children have returned back to school. A somewhat staggered start for the two as one is in Primary and the other, Secondary. The return to secondary school has been a little later and has involved more hoops to jump through. However, we have managed to disperse them out and back into the world of education. How safe that world is, well, we just don't quite know. There are so many competing arguments that at the end of the day we can only do what we can.  And so, one returns with excitement in their mind. The other, a little less so. He has thoroughly enjoyed his time in homeschool. I think he has overly enjoyed the company of both parents and to be more honest, the company of having his transformers toys nearer to hand than he will do at his school desk! We are therefore now at the stage where we await what happens in the future and what, if anything, occurs.