Today I did a pile of maths homework. My daughter had left her homework to the last minute and fell ill. The homework was utterly ridiculous. There were thirty two sums, none of them particularly difficult but at the end of the sum, you had to invert the calculator and it would spell a word which you then had to insert into the worksheet.
Well the arithmetic was a cinch but this reading-the-final-figure-upside-down to work out a word was impossible. Even when they told you that 4 upside down was an h, and 6 upside down was a 9. One of the answers was "Biggles". 5316618. I'm sure my daughter doesn't know who Biggles is. I'm hoping I get an A* but I might only get an A. Cross your fingers for me.
Meanwhile, beloved daughter lay in bed with a high temperature and coughing her heart out. I fed her aspirin and hot milk and honey. She didn't want me to leave her. Did it take her being ill before we could have a sensible conversation?
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