The way the greenness is spreading this Spring is starting to unnerve me a little. It is so fast, and so unstoppable. Like a really scary cancer, except that this is good growth.





This long weekend has been uneventful but pleasant. House-buying administrative tasks, house-keeping administrative tasks, DVD watching (Educating Rita,which everyone enjoyed, and Duck Season,which I was rather unmoved by but which the kids found hysterically funny) and, today, a pretty drive through the countryside to have lunch at a seaside town named Worthing.

Worthing does not really feature as a tourist destination, and, frankly, one can see why. There's not much there - a pebbly beach, and a windswept promenade populated mainly by very old, decrepit looking people. Was struck, as we entered the town, by the British habit of signposting the way to each town's crematorium. Why do they do this? To make things easy on bereaved people? To cut down on hearse traffic through the centre of the town? Or because the crematorium is a tourist destination in its own right? I don't understand it, and it's not the sort of thing I can ask anyone without appearing completely deranged.

Anyway, the kids enjoyed their massively unhealthy lunch (chips and pepsi) and they enjoyed running along the walls that edge the promenade, and I enjoyed the expression on a fisherman's face when he reeled in a huge clump of seaweed.





On the way home, we stopped to see if a South African shop we'd seen advertised in the local broadsheet was open. Somewhat to our surprise, it was, and so we now have Pro-Nutro (Sophie's favourite cereal,and one which, thanks to their advertising campaigns in my youth, I am convinced is extremely healthy) and Zoo biscuits (not really very nice, but we all have a sentimental attachment to them).

So tomorrow it's back to work. And Tuesdays are my worst day, because it's the day I have to be in the psycho music teacher's class. If she makes me tense, just imagine what she does to the kids ...