Mrs Manton.

 This afternoon mum, dad and myself went to meet with a lady in the village about helping me to finish off my schooling. She is a lovely lady called Mrs Manton and is a retired head mistress. We were there most of the afternoon sitting in her lovely conservatory full of amazing plants. We had tea and cakes before leaving with the certain knowledge that my education is in good hands. We aren't going to bother waiting for that lot in Scotland to see if they bother to send me the laptop that I was doing my work on. I have most of it saved online anyway so she's thinks we will be able to work with what we have without much trouble. She was very happy with what she saw so I guess some of that they did with me up there was good.

We called in at the stables on the way home to see what we have on tomorrow in the way of lessons and treks. It seems that I am going to working down there again tomorrow..

I've just been cuddled up with dad on the sofa in front of the wood burner. I had to save his whiskey at one point as he fell asleep. I could tell he'd gone because he likes to play with my hair and he gradually stopped and then I could tell by his breathing as my head was resting on his chest. The glass was in his right hand and resting on his right thigh and I could see it slowly tipping to one side so I quickly reached for it and just managed to grab it. Mum was pleased because I saved it going on he carpet and dad was pleased when he woke up because it didn't get wasted. It's all fun times around here!