This morning our exam invigilator did something very stupid. I was sitting at the front & she had her bit of paper saying what we were supposed to do. I wasn't paying attention to that because on the other side of the paper was the exam. Facing me. Right way up & everything. A yard in front of my face.

So I got a little preview.

I was too tired yesterday to say what an interesting weekend we had. The evenings, anyway. On Sunday night six of us somehow ended up having a debate/argument over whether our kids should be sent to single sex or combined schools. None of us actually has any kids.

My argument was that kids are healthier socially & better adjusted if they interact with the opposite sex. Unfortunately the two people who went to mixed schools & were backing me up were Kevin & Julie, who could both write what they know about other humans on the back of a postage stamp with a magic marker. When Kevin started saying that because of his education, he had all the social skills Rob was lacking I had to leave. I just had to. I did not trust myself to speak. Not for laughing, anyway.

On Saturday evening Victor managed to get himself locked in the sitting room. I think the catch on the door broke. Fortunately Lavinia came to his rescue.

Lavinia is the house ditz. It's not a nice thing to say, but it's true. She honestly reminds me of Drusilla from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, only perhaps a little more vacant. I can imagine the conversation through the door
"Is there anybody out there?"
"Yes, I'm here!"
"Is there anybody else out there?"
So Lavinia went to go get help.

And promptly forgot all about it.

Several hours later Harriet asks why the sitting room door is closed. This is the point when Lavinia remembers. Frantic action involving Chris, a ladder, & Jerome & Vittorio singing prison songs at the top of their voices.