Finally I have managed to finish my Maths course - I wouldn't have minded doing the Maths itself, it was just the 'discuss what you've learnt' stuff which has been driving me up the wall. However, no more OU stuff until May when I start a Certificate in Management. So that gives me seven months to discover what the children look like now.
Girly night out on Friday evening - not much scandalous gossip, more of a catch-up evening as S. doesn't come into the playground much any more. Perhaps I'm turning into a TSB - lost a stone on Atkins so far, and now my new red leather skirt is too big. I feel a shopping spree coming on, now that I can buy clothes in normal shops as opposed to fat shops. Another leather skirt perhaps? That would get the rumour mill working overtime, which would be quite amusing. Must remember not to stand near Scary Weird Dad though (or even look at him) as his inability to judge the other person's personal space, and inappropriate comments have earned him his title.
Caravanning is the new black (in the Smat household anyway) as we bought one (a caravan, not a black) at the weekend. DH isn't too sure about the whole 'living in a muddy field' concept, but hey, he can go to work and pretend to be civilised - the girls and I can mess about with water bottles on trolleys, and fail to put up the awning. I'll have to take a picture of the Smatvan when we get it, maybe paint it purple or something.