An unschooling day is called for today.
Georgia has had an exhausting weekend of activities. It has been about 6 weeks since we have taken over the care of a standardbred chestnut called Spice. There is a real little community of horse loving girls at the paddock where spice lives and we have slowly been intergating Georgia into it. A bbq for the girls and their families was held on Friday night, followed by Georgia's first proper sleep over with all these girls. The weekend was then spent at the paddock, mucking out and riding. Hence a very tired girl today. We discussed having too much on at the weekend and being too tired come Monday morning. Mmmmm, I told her one big activity only, like sleepover/riding or mucking out/taking horses swimming at the Waimakairi River.
So, we listen to an audio book, CHERUB CLASS A, by Robert Muchamore...
When Cherub kids go under cover, they can
succeed in infiltrating criminal organisations that
have eluded MI5 and the police for years.
James Adams is on his biggest mission yet,
to nail Europe's most powerful cocaine dealer.
He'll need all his specialist training if he's going
to bring down the man at the top.
The reason for CHERUB'S existence is simple: adults
never suspect that children are spying on them.
For official purposes,
these children don't exist.
A story not for the younger set. Written along the lines of Tomorrow When The War Began, I am pleased I can listen at the same time, just to monitor and discuss the adult themes involved, like drugs particularly. So Georgia draws as we listen, I potter in the kitchen.
Out to the garden we go to tidy last of leeks. I have noticed some are starting to go to seed. Over the winter Georgia has been thinning out the carrots, so time to finally pick some.