Brrrr

It got down to just above zero last night. This morning, when I set off for work at 6.45am, I could do that thing we did as kids, when we were pretending to smoke, and see my breath. We've had the fire lit every night this week and Ugg boots are firmly back on feet. 

Thank goodness then for Flo's class invitation to spend an hour eating hot soup and bread made by the kids. Once I checked my immunisations were up to date, I was right in there tucking into a surprisingly good vegetable soup with a crusty white roll, all served by my favourite waitress, Flo.

After our mini harvest feast, all the parents were invited into the playground to listen to the class sing a couple of special harvest songs. As you can see from the below shot, I ignored the deputy headmistress's instruction to only photograph my own child. Good grief.

P.S. There will be a short pause to blog proceedings for a week or so, as we fly to New York on Saturday to see how they do Halloween stateside. We will be flying back on the red eye late on Halloween, still in our trick or treating costumes.