Here's what happened.
After going to see Oh What a Lovely War! with the school, and blogging about it, I was asked to write something for the school's weekly newsletter to parents. Being lazy, I simply lifted the appropriate paragraph from my blog, reworked it slightly to make it a touch less jokey, and sent an e-mail explaining 'On my blog I wrote this:' and 'Cleaning that up a bit to QPCS formality standards...' showing the original text and my changes.

Well, they only went and printed the entire e-mail including my customary 'Hurrah!' at the end. So... yes... now everyone can see my mental split between wanting to (as GCSE English would put it) 'write for different audiences' and my reluctance to actually go to the whole hog and do so. Thanks, Queens Park

Today was technically the final day of school, although it's less of a technicality for Katie who just had her final day at primary school ever ever ever! Us older kids headed down to Camden where I was led to vent my fury at the utterly rubbish Silverlink service that collapsed for us on the way back, and my joy at discovering they would be scrapped from next year and taken into the warm heart of Transport for London, who actually know how to run a transport service. Yay! Silverlink, you suck and will not be missed. At all.

Robert would like to drum up linkage to his Taekwondo Club - mainly to attract Google's precious PageRank goodness (hehe, I feel dirty). So there, I linked, aren't I nice. Oh and Nic, Josie and Lucy are back from the shed in Wales. Wombat!