The verdicts are coming in, down here in what used to be called “Britain’s South Sea Island” back in the glory days of nineteen-sixties tourism.
Ben continues to remain determinedly upbeat, using the word “brilliant” whenever his new school is mentioned.
He also says –
“It’s old fashioned, but I like it.”
“They’re strict, but I like it.”
“I like my tie, can I wear it out to dinner?”
And his bemusement at having to say Grace before cramming sandwiches into his mouth at lunchtime has disappeared as he gets used to the new regime.
Hannah though, is more circumspect. When asked how her day was, she generally replies,
“Between good and bad.”
But she does now have half a best friend, and definitely wants to return for a second bash at ballet and swimming.
As for me, I have to get used to a new relationship with the children.
When I get home they are desperate to tell me everything both at once, and then argue with each other over whose turn it is to speak to me.
But then last Sunday when Ben came downstairs to find me in the kitchen he asked –
“How come you’re still here?”
“It’s Sunday,” I replied.
“Oh yeah,” he said, turning back to his Nintendo DS.