When I drove the new car home I parked it on the lawn and gave a short “bip” of the car horn to call the kids out to have a look at it. Tom1 was the first out. I walked up onto the verandah, saying, “What do you think?”
As he answered he absent-mindedly reached out and tore off one of the cornflowers.
I was aghast. “WHAT are you DOING?” I gasped.
He glanced down at what he was holding, blinked, then held it out to me.
“For you…” he said.
I stuck the knitting needle into the top of the wicking bed and jabbed long holes down into the depths of the murky water. I stabbed over and over again, probably damaging the roots of the watercress… but hopefully not.
Then a few dribbles of muddy water appeared in the drainage holes.
I had to leave it there and get ready for work. If it’s still looking the same when I get home, then the whole thing will have to be upended and renovated with more drainage.
A funny thing happened yesterday.
Our school sends text messages to parents if their child/ren are marked absent at the start of the day. I was given a year 11 extra period 2 because the teacher was away, and lo and behold it was David2’s class. He walked into the room and I said, “Hello Darling!” and held my arms out.
He said, “Hello Mummy!” and we gave each other a big hug.
I gave out the work to be done and when the class started talking loudly I told them off and said that they all had plenty of work to do. I then turned to David2 and said, “But you can do anything you like, darling,” which gave the class a bit of a laugh.
Then my mobile made the text message noise…
I read the message, looked up at David2 and snapped, “Just where were you period 1?”
He looked up at me, startled.
“I’ve just got a message from the office saying that you’re not here today. Where were you?”
“I was a bit late,” he said. The rest of the class were following this exchange like an audience at a tennis match.
“Then why didn’t you take the offer of a lift that your mother made you?” I hissed.
Silence. He had nowhere to go.
“Get to the office and let them know you’re here!” I said.
It was beautiful. What sort of twit tries to wag a Maths class when his Mum works at the school?