18th November 2007

Poor little Lucas ended up in the hospital this week with a nasty urinary infection. He was put on a drip and kept in overnight; he must’ve been feeling truly rotten. Charlotte stayed with him, of course, but understandably didn’t get much shut-eye. She and Lucas had originally planned to stay the weekend with us while Suraj took to the floorboards again like a man possessed, all in preparation for Lucas’s birthday bash in a fortnight. As it stands, Lucas may be on antibiotics for a while, hopefully long enough to develop a resistance to birthday cake.

On Monday night, Sarah and I travelled to Welford Road and braved the chill to watch Leicester Tigers beat Newcastle. It was a cracking game, but my toes still haven’t forgiven me. Sarah earned yet another A* in cookery, though recently we never get as much as a waft of the finished product. Still, perhaps it’s a blessing, as she’s now come down with a cold. You can keep the soufflé if you take the sniffles with it.

Tuesday saw me accompanying the school choir to none other than the Royal Albert Hall in London, where they performed in the Leicestershire Schools’ Prom. It was a phenomenal experience for all. No words can do justice to the sheer talent on show, orchestras, bands, choirs, and even drummers (who, for SEN Children, were surprisingly in time). When all 500 children belted out Land of Hope and Glory amidst a shower of balloons, confetti, and fireworks, it was enough to give you goosebumps. We got back to Harborough at 1:30 am, thoroughly knackered but completely elated.

Sue’s worked a full week again and is now officially grumbling about all the late-night marking and planning. She might be rethinking this whole “noble profession” business.

Jamie has been spotted with Lara again, so it seems she’s still in the picture. Either that, or he’s being remarkably friendly with a doppelgänger.

Meanwhile, the rugby Colts side  I coach pulled off the unthinkable and beat Hinckley in the County Cup on Saturday, for the first time in 11 years! We’re now through to the National Round, which might mean a trip to somewhere scenic like Penzance or Carlisle (or, knowing our luck, both in one weekend). Either way, it’s all rather exciting.