I have a sneaky feeling that I may also have had a part to play in this unfortunate incident, as it is possible that I may have said that there was a ghost living in our bathroom. For years, I’ve told the children that there is a ghost upstairs and it’s always a joke. I moved the ghost downstairs into the bathroom as, going to the toilet and roaming around the house, has turned into a new fun thing to do for some of the younger ones, and I wanted to stop this. Naturally it backfired in two ways – firstly they all now want to go to see the ghost – and those that don’t are so scared to go to the toilet that they wet themselves.
As mum will no doubt be eager to point out, I should certainly know better, having spent my first years believing that there was a monster in the toilets at infant school – a belief that resulted in many an unfortunate puddle.
This, however, was not the new low point. That came later. I know that they are very keen on their music here and they learn the fluta at school. Two students bought their fluta to class and, as I believed they were learning to play the flute, I said they could play a tune. Imagine my horror when out of their bags they produced recorders. I was subjected to a duo playing a tune called paper aeroplanes full of enthusiasm and without any worry about getting the right note at the right time. They eagerly raced each other to the finish. I am now banning recorders from the house!!
Larry is making us laugh at the moment. We put a fir cone into his cage a while back which he got upset by so we took it out and hung it by his cage so he could see it, and get used to it before we moved it in. When we moved it in again he ignored it for two weeks but has suddenly started to play with it. Unfortunately, this appears at the moment to involve him pecking at it and the cone swinging away and coming back and hitting him on the head. He also managed to dislodge his perch, so it bounced at one end, and he looked like he was trampolining.