At the weekend CGF remarked how many children there seemed to be at her new school - and this was with Year 11 (fifth form in old money) out on work experience. I said "yes, come next week the numbers will increase by 20%". Quick as a flash, CGF Sprog 3 came back with "shouldn't that be 25%?" And she was right, too.

Sis's plane was due at 1115 today, and was on time. LHR is only about an hour from home, and an easy journey - motorway/dual-carriageway all the way. I'd set up my phone to get flight details and got three texts on my way there - not that I could do much about it as I was driving so couldn't look at them. I got to the car park at the same time the plane landed, and Sis was through soon after 1130, so only half hour on the car park.

On my way to the airport I stopped to get a few bits and pieces from the supermarket. I couldn't find the printer cartridges, so bought beer instead. Maybe I should explain that odd comparison. I had a voucher for £8 off when I spend £40 so I wanted to buy something useful but non-perishable that would put the bill up. Beer seemed a pretty good substitute for printer cartridges for that criterion.

But as it was, the till wouldn't accept my voucher. I assumed that I had picked up an out-of-date one (as that's what I usually do) and paid the full amount. It wasn't until I registered how much I had paid that I realised the problem. A slight cockup on the mental arithmetic front. The BOGOF offers had dropped the total down to £39.35. DOH!! If I'd realised that was the problem I'd have picked up a bar of chocolate or something, but it was too late. My excuse was that I was worried about getting to the airport on time so wasn't thinking clearly, and had already had an argument with the self-service checkout over my beer.

This afternoon we had a wander round Smalltown, went to the pub for a (late) lunch (two pints of Doom Bar and a really good butternut squash and something salad). Tomorrow we will wander down Southampton way - maybe the beach or forest - and then CGF's for dinner. Wednesday we're meeting The Ageds for lunch and I hand Sprog over to their care - a bit like swapping spies at Checkpoint Charlie during the cold war.