When I left the house this morning, Andy was all togged up for his school ceilidh this afternoon (with firm advice about not using his kilt pin as a weapon).
Shame that on the invitation, the school spelt it "celeidh".
Tch. What's the world coming to?
He seems to have enjoyed it very much, and was particularly delighted to tell me that his table ate the most.
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