Musical explosion

Mr B had a sudden realisation a few days ago (well, I was nagging him about it) that he should probably get some piano practice in. That of course meant that every piece of sheet music emerged and was spread and heaped liberally with grabbing distance of the piano. This afternoon he hauled some of it off to London, where we will join him tomorrow for a long overdue catch up with pals.

For me, more typing in French today than my brain could cope with, a trip to the airport with Mr B, dealing with some lost (ie gone to the wrong meeting point) boys, then a meeting where I had to be firm and tell folk things they didn't want to hear. They won't listen, but it will at least be minuted. Later, some firm words with CarbBoy on the house homework policy.