Diseducation and brownie points.

We made it home today, from Devon to Suffolk with the aid of the Popham Diner and Alex Rider in Crocodile Tears. It was a scenic journey, as long as you like your scenery in white. Lots of white. Though fortunately stationary white and not falling from the sky.

We did enjoy seeing Stonehenge. If the weather had been better we’d have actually stopped to look at it properly, as it was, we just looked out the window as we went past. And actually, with mist all around and snow on the ground it looked decidedly eerie and otherworldly, probably more so than it would have done behind a fence from on foot.

Other than that, the journey was as tough as a 300+ mile drive is in bad weather, and the children were as good as you could hope for throughout. Smallest bopped along to her fave Cyndi Lauper Collection and slept a fair bit of the journey, which may explain why she’s still jiving around the living room now.

Doesn’t explain why the other two were utterly hyper this evening! Guess they were just glad to be back home with their dad 😉 Nice family meal, and we may have made a breakthrough on the social interaction side of things. We mentioned brownie points to Small and how you earn them by being nice to ppl, and that being nice to ppl tends to make them want to be nice to you. It’s a kind of coldhearted way to look at things, but pragmatic, and tbh, it’s probably the only way I’m going to get him to interact in anything that looks like a nice way. Worth exploring further anyway.

Big’s contribution to the evening was the coin the phrase diseducation referring to what schools do to ppl 😆 Can’t quite remember how it came up in conversation but she was very proud of it.

And now I am so tired that I am failing to make sense. I’m sure there was more I wanted to blog, but can’t form it into coherent sentences. I think I might go to bed and let Tim bring the baby to me when she flags. D’you think that would work?