Little bear has brought home the class bear. This is not good. Well, actually it is good because he is the 'Star of the Week' and is brilliant. However we have to not under any circumstances lose the class bear - and take a photo of it doing something exotic. Last time we got the class bear it was snowing, so the *%@& bear could be photographed next to a snow man. OH suggests positioning the hostage to fortune on top of a slide this time. I am considering something that is not suitable for a younger audience. I mean, what do you do? Apart from glare in frustration at the teacher who isn't aware of how terrified I am of the class bear being happened to while in our care.
And breathe.
And on top of that, the class photo. The least expensive option is £8. That's on top of £40 for Martial Arts Summer camp, £17 entry to Martial Arts competition and £15 t-shirt acquired in dubious circumstances (not the Martial Arts fault I hasten to add - they are brilliant!). Then there is the out of school club he wants to go on, and the £72 I have just paid out for piano lessons, etc etc etc. I have just booked for us to go for another week in Whitby next year. It is like the money is growing legs and marching out of the door.
The £8 would get you just one photo. If you want more, you have to pay for each one, of course. And then there is the deluxe version, with a calendar on it, for £10. I can hear the sound of doting relatives' purses opening as these things land home.
Now I have to go and extract little bear from darling father's room and force him to practice his piano. He will object, argue and sulk - then really enjoy himself. Sigh.
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