and so I believe are the fellow reviewers. Eddie's reached the point where he spent a morning systematically snipping a ball of wool into tiny pieces, or 'knitting' as he liked to call it (very radical unschool I reckon).
And so today is officially The Last Day of the Holidays, which should have been spent in the Traditional Shoe Queue Nightmare but instead was spent enjoying the freshly arrived British Summer on the South Bank fulfilling a few last requests from the condemned men.
|'Can we go to a cafe and have chips?'|
|'...sausages for me!'|
|'and ice-creams for all'|
There was also time for the last points of the Summer-long wrestling match to be awarded and the final result to be declared...
and to take in the delights of 'The Hairy Maclary Show' which had us all scratching each others ears and panting in unison, and not because of either nits or stomach punching contests for once.
But that's all over now. Time for some serious contemplation of the challenges of the year ahead. Goal setting and steady intellectual application are called for.