The Hottie

Last week in Form Time, I asked my girls at school if they could think of somewhere I could buy a hottie from in Dulwich because mine popped. Yes, popped.

Ouch.

And they came up with all sorts of good suggestions.

A mother called over to me last night as I left school to say hello and to tell me that she had caught her daughter trying to smuggle her own hot water bottle into her school bag in the morning. It was carefully wrapped up in tissue paper and still full of water because she hadn’t been able to take the stopper out. “But Miss Holmes won’t mind about that! She is getting cold at home and so she can have mine. I don't need it.” It took the mother quite some persuading to get her daughter to leave the hottie at home.

Those little children at school are my sunshine.