Tent!

Zobia remembered to bring the tent today. At last! It's what? Four weeks, maybe more, since we went on the expedition. Still, all's well that ends well. And it nearly didn't, because I managed to leave the tent in French. So I had a bit of a palava after school, running around and trying to find it, investigating various different classrooms that I'd been in. It was history revision tonight, but I couldn't be bothered to go in the end. Mrs Pitman is so boring. Still. Went to communion at lunch though, and I was the only one who came. Mr D was really nice and still did it though, which was great. He's really nice, and we prayed for my mum. She's not feeling amazing, and I don't think she's sleeping well, but she's mostly cheerful which is good.