So, having started the week hoping it went slightly better than the one before, what a delight to discover that your local education bureaucrats have decided that our child lives 0.0something km too far from the local decent primary school to get a place there. Instead, they have decided that T1 should go to the WORST school in the entire world which is about as far away but which makes Play School look like MIT.
The situation then descends into a bizarre cross between the last 15 minutes of "Aliens" and "633 Squadron" (myself as Wing Cmdr. Roy Grant, MeWife as Ellen Ripley). One late night battle plan, a number of telephone calls and a complete rewrite of the household budget later, and T1 is now going to a private school. Never planned it this way, but it's true what they say in that Sunscreen Song: don't worry, because the real troubles in your life are those that blindside you some idle Tuesday. We have been lucky though. I suspect there are other people out there who have not been so lucky. What a dumb system.
Deferred until next week: the new series of Doctor Who, heavy snow in April and the annoying size of DVD boxsets. Never let it be said that this blog doesn't address the important issues of the day..
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