Pads has been laying low, not without stimulus though. Today the tutor came by for some long-division and grammar practice (nice!) and, hot on her heels was the play therapist. Pads nagged me to string up some conkers and they had a right set-to.... not that I witnessed any of it... most everything these two speak about is private, so that Pads knows he's got a confidante.
By the evening he's keen to sit up with us at the table and have a bite (literally). Earlier he was asking us to get hold of some shreddies... thinks he'll try them without milk for a start-off.
The weekend was very quiet, with just a couple of expeditions - one to get a video on Saturday (missing the trip to his grandma's 70th birthday) and the other to church on Sunday morning. That was the more surprising because he'd woken at 3.30am to be ill and still wanted to go out to church! Alex was preaching on Psalm 46, and he exposed the irony of those who accuse believers of 'needing a crutch' compared with their actual response when under severe trials, not least the final judgement. 'God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble'
I wonder if you caught this brief clip on Radio 4 last week: Ingrid Betancourt, the Colombian politician kidnapped by Farc rebels. Worth a listen.
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