Daniel came down to breakfast claiming that he had a sore foot. I didn’t believe him. We carried him all morning and brought him into school. Amazingly, the heartless muinteoir was actually quite sympathetic. I thought he was malingering. Mid-morning, Mr. Waffle got a call from the school – Daniel’s foot is still sore. The teacher said he wasn’t complaining but she felt he was quite genuine. Poor Daniel. The next day, he was fine. Growing pains?
Aww. Get well soon.
Kind aunt. I have been given four school photos in exchange for vast sums of money. Do you want one or is that just too odd? They feature a nostalgically rag rolled backdrop. Unfortunately, they don’t seem to do the keyring any more. A pity because you would have all got one for Christmas.