My eldest son, Dene, has gone off to do a CBT course so that he can ride his brand new motorbike on the roads. They start off in a school yard, learning the basics and then I expect they go on the road to see how competent they are. If he passes this then he's on the road - drivers beware!!! He's gone wearing his new motorbike gear and carrying his helmet. Thankfully Mollie didn't see him or she would have been going mad as she doesn't like the helmet. If I remember later, and assuming he comes home on it, I'll take a photo of him with bike and gear.
Kate is home this weekend - shock horror - as Matty is working. It'll be strange having her here. Wonder if she's going to tidy her bedroom up cos at the minute it looks like a bomb site. Ian will be back next Friday for about three weeks, then him and his Dad, Mick, are off to erm...Corfu I think, or it could be Crete. It's definitely a Greek island! Once they get back from there, Ian will be looking for a job in the catering industry.
I'm not feeling too good today. I don't know if it's something I ate (I had a mystery shopper assignment at KFC last night) or the affect of the tablets I've started retaking for my diabetes. Needless to say I'm not wandering too far from the bathroom. I'm supposed to be going to Sheila's tomorrow to work on a new calico garden but I don't think I'm going to make it. I feel like crap.