The nicest thing just happened; I overheard a conversation between my youngest and his cousin. Alf was telling Frank all about the recent diving lesson I gave him (we're talking ' how not to belly flop' as opposed to twisty cliff diving I hasten to add) and how helpful and fun he had found it....I KNOW!
I've had a chequered past when it comes to "just trying to help".
Apparently I'm the worst driving instructor in the world as I'm prone to sudden screaming and I insist on clutching at the dashboard and using the handbrake willy nilly...in my defense we had randomly pulled into a bus lane where a large No647 was hurtling towards us and then forgotten that red lights at an intersection were in fact a command to stop, not just a decorative hint!!
There was also a nasty incident with some papier mache, a homemade kite and a box of meccano...again in my defense I think it only fair that the person who thought of the idea in the first place/bought or supplied the necessaries/did most of the work on a craft project, should absolutely get the first and longest go... 5 year olds can be so irrational can't they?
So to hear that a lesson with me was almost enjoyable...well it gladdens the heart.
