A Saturday in which I have to drive Tiger to a windsurfing board on a lake in one place, and I have a craft stall in another place, all at the same ridiculous, double-booking, clock-ticking, alarm-ringing time.
Impossible. Except that I manage it, thanks to the wonderful benefit of having children who can at last take some responsibility.
Shark stands by my craft stall while I drive her sister to the lake.
As it turned out, I made the right decision. Shark sells a notebook while I'm gone. (Also, as I fortunately remember at the very last minute, she's not so responsible that she has learned how to drive the car.)
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