Sofa So Good

It's Monday, and the first day of the new term for all the kids. Finally some peace and quiet! We set various alarms to ring at 7AM and woke and fussed and panicked and generally went through the chaos that happens when you need to get four unwilling little bodies out of the door early in the morning. Both schools are within walking distance, so there was no need to fire up the Mirth Mobile. I was tasked with aiding and abetting Rhiannon's transit to Mount Intermediate while Di took the rest to Mount Junior.

Despite having looked on the map, it became apparent as we walked up the road that we were heading in the wrong direction. Either that or all the kids with uniform were. Hmm. I was silently thankful that the Intermediate school kids do wear uniform! I decided that we ought to follow them, and then I asked for some directions, much to the amusement of Rhiannon (who subscribes to the men-don't-ask-for-help myth) just to confirm that we were indeed going the right way. We arrived on time and I deposited Rhiannon in reception where the deputy head girl took her off to class. Thinking through my mistake, I had mixed up the schools and was heading to the primary, not the intermediate.

Vicky popped in to check out our place, since she was round the corner at a toddler group so as Di had popped out to check the jobs board at the backpacker's hostel, it was down to me to make the tea. Di appeared not long afterwards and I left them both gassing. They were temporarily reseated as our replacement suite arrived and the old one removed. None of the kids noticed the change later on.

Di picked up the little girls and I wandered back to the top of the road to wait for Rhiannon. I had instructions from Di not to make my presence too obvious for fear of embarrassing Rhiannon if she had a friend in tow. Sadly, she didn't and was reduced to walking home with me. She wouldn't talk much, but I did get her to admit that the lessons were better than the UK, and overall she enjoyed it more. The only thing really bugging her is not having any mates yet. Once she has, I reckon she'll be OK. The others seemed to take it all in their stride, even Phoebe who had to be peeled off Di's leg first thing in the morning.

Craig had a phone call from a local restaurant asking him to come in for a trial this evening. I duly deposited him "down the Mount" and he appeared two hours later with a verbal offer of employment. He's not sure it's really what he wants, as it's really only one step up from Burger King, i.e. a set menu involving a lot of frying and grilling, but the important thing is it will give him experience in a pressured environment which he can then take to a proper sous-chef position else where. Also it means I get to extract house keeping from him. Huzzah!

I had an email from another agency wanting to fix up an interview on Thursday, so I agreed to pop in and see what they have to offer. It's still a long way from an actual job, but two agencies working for me is better than one.