Parcel Force woes

My parcel force delivery woman is lovely, truly she is. She's friendly, helpful, has learnt my first name and is always cheery at all hours of the day. Even before 9am. Even at 7.00 am. I don't think she has ever seen me dressed. This is because she always, always wakes me up when she delivers. She was late last week and I was happy. At 8.00am.

This morning at 7.00am after yet another night of little sleep, a lingering headache, I was not happy to see her. But she grinned and laughed about always being the one to wake me up and I managed a smile and reassurance that the DHL man is nearly as bad as her in his 7.30-8.30 slot and he comes here far more often that her.

So, not a good start to the morning!

Charlie has done so many normals today that I'm lost for words. He's SL'd, Singapore'd and EC'd with almost glee. He's been so proud of himself managing 2B work that he's spent the last 4 days beaming all the time. He's planning on taking the workbook with him to show Merry, bless.

I am so proud of him because there is no way he could even have begun to understand how to do the sums he's been doing, even a few months ago. He's got a long, long way to go to catch up but he'll get there.