A clear sky, a purple dawn. The junior rugby dinner last night, a concert tonight, senior rugby dinner on Friday, the inter-house ergo challenge on Monday (will Sam Evans or JB Brown break any records - or machines ?). My desk is covered with reports, most full of happy words, although I have find tactful variations on the theme of "work hard!" or "behave !"for my comments on some.
Our first early leaver goes this morning, Gregorio, is heading for his summer holiday - in Chile. Why is Mr Starr carrying plates, cups and napkins to his classroom for a French lesson ?
Matron's Christmas decorations are holding up well and are the envy of other houses.
My own family are converging on Burr - no. 2 son arrived from New York yesterday, but is off to a birthday party in Antwerp at the weekend; no 3 son is currently doing a fortnight's deployment with HMS Clyde, a fishery protection vessel in the Falklands, as his RNR training, and No 1 son has three times as many reports to write in his school in Taunton. We'll see them all at Christmas, along with mother-in-law - who's still producing the christmas puddings for all her children and grandchildren, although as she nears 90 we are getting anxious that she should write down her secret recipe.
I'm starting to get Christmas letters from friends - my Irish/French friends in Alberta, a former colleague in Cyprus, a note from Switzerland.
Family and friends (and holiday work) - the real present of Christmas.
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