Enrolment Day

And “Where’s my mum?”

Well she’s not the lady in pink who photobombed my shot.
 
Grandson Ollie did well in his GCSE’s (or whatever they are these days, ‘O levels’ in my day) so he could go for all the subjects that he wanted, instead of just the ones first thought that he could get high enough marks in.  One happy lad.
 
I provided the transport to Stamford College for Ollie and his mum (Pam), and Biskit sat while they were in the college.  We had a wander and he was trying to get into every door we went past.
 
Called into the butchers on the way back to pick up the next three month’s supply of meat, and spent the rest of the afternoon dividing up sausages and bacon etc for freezing.