Yippee!

Today the kids went to school somewhat disgruntled. For Gwilym it was his first day back after his absence due to his cold. For them both it was the day when they stay for skool dinners, this because Pat has only an hour for lunch, from 12h30 to 13h30.

Well we expected a phone call from the school to go and get Gwilym - but it never came. And guess what - they liked a decent proportion of their lunch.

It was:

Melon: Both like melon
Sausage: Gwilym liked it. Catrin didn't. She ate half.
Green stuff: Neither liked it. Unusual, Catrin usually likes green stuff.
Chocolate yoghurt: Both liked it.
Chocolate tarte: Gwilym ate it. Catrin didn't.

Result!

Also Pat is really enjoying her class. She has one of my old lecturers from last year, and another lecturer who is really good, and she feels she is making good progress. (And it's only the second week, and she's missed almost half her classes through the kids' illnesses!)

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