This week......

Matt started Rugby League training.
With all the gear on he looked the part, I hope he doesn't get hurt.
He wanted to be a forward and the coach said to him, "OK what's 12 plus 17?". Matt responded immediately,"29!", and the coach told him he was to bright to be a forward and made him a back. True story.
I got a new sewing book I ordered ages ago.
And made this from it yesterday at Friday Craft.
I obtained the application forms to register for Homeschooling.

I am powering through Pride and Prejudice and Othello, and starting to enjoy the poetry a little.

Love this one by Dylan Thomas;

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.