Saturday, 26 October 2013
Just get us there on time
Take the kids to the volunteer coppicing group, doing their bit for the habitats at the local environmental centre.
If the organiser says go then I can usually turn up at short notice with a car full of willing volunteers, lured on by the thrilling dangers of long-handled pruning shears and maybe the sight of someone else's blood.
At the go this weekend, it is no trouble finding the workforce. We have two extra bodies on sleepover.
I don't have enough spare seats in the car, but I note how easy it is to coax any extra bodies into the boot. I only have to offer one ginger nut and in they go, hanging on to an old folding chair and a stinking pair of muddy wellington boots.
If only they were this biddable when it came to a maths worksheet.