My Hero, but it will cost me.

I had an early start this morning as my Rooster had his very first Triathlon and left the house at Six this morning, which is early for most people around here on a Sunday (except maybe farmers). I sent him off with a big bowl of porridge in his belly and promised we would see him at the start line.

We did and after a quick swim, he got off on his bike and Didn't Fall Off. I was very proud. The running part was an uphill start, literally, but twenty something minutes later, he was crossing the finish line.

He was in great spirits afterwards and I have decided to let him do another one.
What a great thing to do on Father's Day.

The rest of the week has run pretty smoothly too. GCSE's are nearly finished and my little chick has finished her end of year exams and has managed to pick up the Art Award for her year.
It tends to be a bit of an expensive time of year, this end of school time. The Rooster and I have resorted to financial bribery intern for good grades. What ever works right?

Well, the art prize and the 5th highest in Geography for her year and the 98% in French are going to bankrupt me. We had a little chat earlier today and I offered to take her shopping next weekend for a new pair of summer shoes. I know she saw some in a mag that she really liked. I hoped that might be payment enough. I am so naive.
"I'd love a new pair of shoes, thanks. Oh, and I still want Cash for the grades."

I'm out twice. I should really learn to word my words more carefully.

The boy won't wear the shoes he has unless they are astros so at least I'm safe there. And I don't dish out the cash until results day in August so I have time to save up now.

My lovely chickens are having  a wonderful time lately. It's so dry that they are constantly covered in dust from rolling around in the dirt. It's really funny to actually watch a chicken try to roll over. They twist their little heads around like in the Exorcist and wings invert then they are right back to where they started. I'm not sure they really roll but they sure do try.

 Now if all four girls would kindly lay me four eggs, that would be nice...