Little J went on his school trip yesterday – to “Hands On” Science museum in Oxford. For the past few days, the most anticipated highlights have been the cheese sandwich he ordered for lunch and a ride on the school bus (the one with “Godstowe” on the side!).
However, yesterday he came back suitably full of it and with a ball of putty slime (his £1 spending money I suspect) that has been put in the freezer.
Following his anarchistic behaviour in Church, he is now also obsessed with the crucifixion and brought home, from Care Club, an A3 drawing of Jesus on the cross in the style of Mel Gibson.
This morning, we had a detour to the hospital for some physio. And Jensen has promised to do 10 blows, 3 huffs, 2 coughs x5 every day! Whilst we were waiting he did another crucifix scene, Pink Jesus this time, frowning.
Returning him to school, Mrs King made a lovely comment. He was the only one yesterday who could blow his balloon up first time!
Physio seemed to think his chest is clear, so who knows what the green gunk is?
He insisted on coffee, then changed his mind and raced back to school, so poor old Mummy missed out. He was also worrying about who would do his physio when I am old or dead…..obviously what having an older mother and living next to a graveyard does to you….