Heather and John are arriving today. Thankfully the house is clean though we still have to get through the day and get wheels. With all we’ve to do it’s probably just as well we’re awoken by the radio upstairs. It’s barely even 5,00 but already Charles is celebrating his new-found freedom.
I’m a bit late for school. The bus doesn’t come on time and so the whole chain reaction of tardiness is set off. I alert my teachers and in the end I don’t miss much class time. We concentrate on the food chain today. We’ve already studies animals and now we’re on to food so we run through the food vocab and then we brainstorm to see what the cow, sheep, pig, hen and all produce – alimentary or otherwise. A few games are played and we do an inverse activity as I get the children to match the images and words with the animals.
I also divvy out the prizes for the treasure hunt. Madame Caruge’s class won the senior section while some of Madame Acina’s won the junior round. I give the younger kids Irish folklore books while the older kids get bookmarks, key-rings, badges and a hat.
I’m taking tomorrow off since our Irish friends are coming today. Since the holidays start tomorrow anyway I raid my cupboard and bring so much stuff home, intending to work on it over the holidays – yeah, right! I’m gasping once I reach town so I pop into the Terminal for a gargle until Nic comes. Lunch is in the Croisière and since I have a huge bag to lug about I stay put for a while until Alex tips me out. I end up shopping for spuds in Leader Price anyway till Nicola escapes from school and we make our way to the car rental.
Jean-Marc always seems to take liberties with his lunch break when we’re in a rush. Today is no exception but we’re eventually mobile and on our way to the airport to collect Mr. and Mrs. John Culbert who are arriving here on their honeymoon – well that’s what our sign says! They’re doubly mortified due to the signage and the presence of rain in the Caribbean.
We’re soon settled at home on the terrace opening presents, tins of Guinness and letters. I feel bad that Fergal has sent me over an Easter egg but it’s soon divvied out along with some Jameson. Everything’s happening in reverse…as dinner comes next. Sleeps follows. We’re all exhausted and we’ll need to recoup our energy for what the holiday will bring….
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