Of visitors, airbeds and parents' evenings

Some friends came to visit for the weekend, folks who have some French and who spend quite some time in France. It was good to have them here and to let them get to see the church a little again.

However, the poor things arrived on Friday night, when I was in the throes of my three-hour parents' evening and Pat was ferrying Gwilym back and fore from football, so at just after 8 guided by his satnav and his nous for when he hit all the closed roads, Peter came to pick me up from the school.

Tonight another friend comes to visit, this time by train. I'm in another three-hour parents' evening and Pat is ferrying the children back and fore to music. Ho hum.

We put our friends on an airbed that we borrowed from the Griffins. I do not believe in airbeds. Pat does, but even her faith was shaken, so we put the airbed on top of the spare matresses from the kids' bunks. At 1am our friends gave up on the airbed and just slept on the matresses. Poor things !

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