If we were out on a country walk, I’d point out the flowers and birds, whether or not anybody was listening.
And we couldn’t afford a café lunch for all five of us, so the prelude to any outing was a sandwich-making epic. I have broken the world speed record for tuna baps.
Nigel and I have continued to visit museums and galleries and to tramp off on edifying country walks, Nowadays, we even sit down to lunch in the café, instead of heaving a backpack full of sandwiches for miles. Yet it has been somehow hollow since the children left.
But on today’s trip to Fishbourne Roman Palace, I got out my camera and notebook enthusisatically, and even purchased the children’s version of the guidebook. As we watched a re-enactment of Celtic fighting, I videoed it on my camera.
“The kids will love this,” I said to myself.
Of course, I didn’t mean our children, I meant the children that I shall be teaching next year. I looked up to see Nigel grinning to himself.
“I know,” I agreed. “I’ve found more children”.