The end of Art as we know it, and too much enthusiasm for small people....

As this week is the last week of the school year before the big summer holiday which as it happens usually means it rains loads, although dad insists it will be OK as he has finally sorted the Weather Machine after having to turn it off a couple of weeks ago to tweak things. I have told dad that once he turned it off the sun came out and it has been really hot here ever since but he assures me that unless he gets it working this week it is bound to rain during the school holidays.  Which brings me back to the point I was making, today I was in the local Junior School in Monty for what was the very last art class this year with the over enthusiastic small children who as it happened we a bit frazzled and hyper. I think a combination of heat (yes it is hot) and the prospect of seven and a half weeks of holidays meant they were mentally slightly scrambled and over excited, I am never over excited myself, in fact I have mastered the skill of non excitement to that of a grand master….. I did smile a bit once but I got away with it as it was in the dark.

 When I left I was given a home-made card, well when I say home-made I mean School made card with pictures of our final work OK not the Dragonfly as that was finished tonight; and I was given two bottles of Monty Ale. I know I am the eccentric child of cyberspace and therefore tea total (I do drink a lot of tea) but it was a lovely thought and many folk are now saying that they just fancy a nice cool bottle of locally brewed beer and don’t know where to get one from. However it has been decided that we will keep the bottles of beer for Mr F on his next trip to see us…

I will be away now until Friday afternoon as we are off to the Funeral of Miss A, Mr F’s wife so it may now be Saturday before I post the next exciting instalment of my diary, Yes I know I said I don’t do excitement but of course I am very aware that all my readers are excited by my diary entries (OK that is more than 1 and less that 10) but then who really reads that Shakespeare chap.

Luckily Miss I and Mr S will be holding the fort . . . . .. I am not sure about that saying, forts are usually huge stone buildings and trying to pick one up to hold it is near on damn impossible, even chiselling out a few stones from say a tower near the draw bridge and holding them is not easy. For one thing you get shouted at loads.