Locks & other things

To BackMan to get back destressed, and he tells me about his sister-in-law who teaches walking on fire! All of his children have stepped on coals with not a burn to their name. His oldest, when he was just 8, knelt on the coals in grey school trousers, rubbed coals on his face and came away with only one tiny blister on his toe. Not a mark on the trousers. BM says that the only explanation he could offer was that the combined energy of the group was greater than the energy of the fire and therefore the fire could not harm the firewalkers' feet. Maybe that's what I need. To empower my feet.

Destressed shoulders immediately rise a notch. The (second, recently installed) KeySafe is now jammed, and this time Mum is locked inside the house, without breakfast, without tablets! Drive back to the house again, de-jam the KeySafe, reset the lock, unlock the door. Mum is back in bed and tries to tell me about some lovely people who talk each day through the letterbox. Tablets, make lunch, tea and sing the Pooh song to her. Big smile.

SB has made the swimming team, and both boys make a bold attempt to eat lamb's liver. Not bad at all!