Saturday was a gorgeous sunny day; the first in what seems like a long time. We were very excited about the airshow as it is our first year living in Shoreham. All morning helicopters were flying over our house, the kids were playing under the sprinkler in the garden and we got our gear ready to head to the beach to watch the afternoon plane display. Bodyboards in hands, wetsuits on and suncream at the ready. I bumped into a friend; “theres been a crash, did you hear it?” Then the sirens started. We went to the beach, not knowing much about what had happened but simply that a plane had crashed. We went swimming in the sea, families were everywhere, sheer joy of a perfect Summers day.
The eldest got his first school report back in July. Lets remember that he’s five, it reads something like this; “He is very happy and has lots of friends.” Anyway, I had been using it as a
threat reward scheme in the run up to the end of term, in the same way that Father Christmas is already being mentioned in this house as the next behavioural incentive scheme. We had all watched Shark on the BBC a few months ago, it was beautifully shot and showed the wonders of deep sea diving. J currently has his heart set on being a diver when he grows up.