Long Live the Muppet King

Sam took the little girls to school this morning. Imogen went on her bike, as she'd been nagging and whining on about "everybody" else cycling. It's certainly true that a number of kids go bombing past us with shouts of "hi Imogen". It's like a precession some times and gets a little monotonous.

Di, Rhiannon and I marched ourselves into reception at the school and announced our presence. The dean was busy. We said we'd wait as long as it took. The receptionist said she'd find him. She did and we were in his office a couple of minutes later. He was clearly very busy as a queue of other kids needed to be attended to and a couple of phone calls answered. We prompted Rhiannon to explain the situation, and backed up her statements. He was more accommodating in person than he was on the phone, and eventually agreed to move Rhiannon to the class she wanted. The fact that the school had recommended she attend intermediate to make friends I think sold it to him. Either that or the fact that we turned up mob handed and it was the lesser of two evils to give in. He did caution Rhiannon that she would have to ensure that she didn't cause any upset in the new class. This seems to be a no brainer, as Rhiannon has always behaved in a exemplary fashion. We left the school with a much happier girl.

Craig received a letter today - it turns out he's been zapped by a speed camera and has been issued with an $80 fine. No points on his licence apparently since the filth didn't pull him over. However a couple of nights ago he was pulled over with Sam in the car, for doing in excess of 70 in a 50. He got let off with a warning but it could easily have gone the other way. He's barely had his licence back two weeks and he's been tugged by the fuzz twice. Naturally, a little stick was applied which he did not take kindly to, but is was no less than he deserved. Being banned for a year has obviously not focused his mind on his idiot ways and he still regards the roads as an extension of the PlayStation.

Di decided she was going to join a Zumba class this evening. She took Rhiannon along - much to everyone's surprise. Rhiannon hates anything at all physical. Di came back an hour or so later complaining of some bits that were hurting, but full of praise for the Vin Diesel look-a-like instructor. Rhiannon hated it and vowed never to go again. There were apparently 80 or so women paying $8 a pop. Sounds like a lot of money for old rope if you ask me. A brisk jog into the Mount and back is what you need.