At break today, Quint vomited everywhere and got 2 people on the trousers. It stuck in the radiator and the special carpet that doesn't give up its secrets, and smelled horrible until going home time, and was the best thing that happened today.
If most of us hadn't been in violin class, he would have soaked us all.
In gymnastics the whole class is flummoxed by the Euro-reversible double cantilevered backwards spring roll. At this rate, nobody will move up a badge, I'm half expecting the teacher to say we've got the wrong number of legs or something.
Today was football (Cheltenham) so we had to park so far away we were nearly at Tunnel Park. We ran back to the house to keep warm which revealed that I need a bit of practise before this Autumn's Great South Run.
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