Dressed for breakfast

The boy was off to climb in the Pentlands today, and was obviously looking forward to it as he appeared for breakfast suitably clad. It was a horrid day to be heading out to the hills, and they returned drookit and tired, but he seemed to think it was better than being in a classroom.

Dear daughter was also out of school today, on the first day of an 8-month work placement where she goes to work rather than school one day a week. She has landed a job in an Italian restaurant in Grindlay Street, and seems to have acquitted herself well on her first day. No standing around: prepping mushrooms; cleaning scallops; portioning lasagne; making carbonara sauce; and lots more. I think they've gained a free resource who knows what she's about. Win-win.