Sam has had a really bad cold recently. Coupled with a second round of teething, it's enough to floor anyone. Yet through all the snot and coughing, he still manages to beam away and have bursts of energy (see above - Christmas is going to be messy).
Jo and I went to look round a local primary school last week. It's called Orchard House and it's private. To be honest, we haven't decided what we are going to do about schools yet as we don't know exactly where we will be living in three years time. The local state primary is meant to be 'improving'. How crap it was before I don't know but the way things are you can't wait until the last minute to put your kids down on waiting lists for the popular private schools. It's a whole new world of matronly headmistresses, PE teachers from South Africa called Steve and all-white classes of 5 year olds saying 'hello visitors' in unison as you tour their classrooms. There was one other parent waiting to be shown round that morning. He was so posh he could hardly speak. His wife had only come out of hospital the day before with their first kid! There's being on the case and there's being ridiculous. Ah, Chiswick. There's a sitcom in all of this somewhere.
Anyway the school was quite cute. A big house really but busy and animated like a school should be. It's difficult to judge really as we haven't seen anywhere else to compare it too yet. Still, I guess we'll pay the £50 and see what happens.
