at this very moment, I was lying on the grassy patch at the top of the hill in a local woodland counting ladybirds with William.
The two younger boys were not at school as they were both still recovering from colds. So we took advantage of it and went to the woods.
The bigger boys were all playing on the rope swings and all getting on so well. The sun was shining. It was gloriously warm and the boys had all taken off their jumpers. They were inventing games and testing their strength. At one point they were almost inventing a new olympic sport....synchronised swinging!
Tom came over to me at one point and said how lovely it all was. Just like when we first started Home Education. I was thinking the very same thing.
Then they went off in search of a longer branch to hook down the other swing that someone with a Health and Safety issue, had looped up in the tree!
The peace and quiet was wonderful. It was one of those perfect moments.
I was totally happy.
And then it happened.
Tom came walking over with a very white face and clutching one hand with the other. He had caught his thumb with the folding saw and pretty much ripped the nail right off. It was torn down one side and all across the bottom, but hinged along the other side.
Whoosh. Back to reality with a jolt.
