I have a new broom!

Well, new to me, anyway. It's an older model Clean Sweep that Dad got last week by trading. Goodness knows I've no need for a fancy racing-type broom, and this will suit me beautifully. And I won't be drifting over to the left anymore!

John really has his nose out of joint about it, though. He wants a broom, and of course eight year olds think they can handle ANYTHING, even if their Mums say 'No.' Which, of course, Mum does.

Mum and I went shopping for spring robes today. And other things. Nothing quite fits me anymore because I've shot up this year and my and I need new things from the skin outward. Chessie got dragged along and she moaned and complained the whole time, which was so tiresome and I was afraid after awhile that Mum would lose her temper entirely and not take us out for lunch like she had promised. But fortunately, Mum was so glad that we found just what I needed (and better yet that the robes weren't too expensive), that she took us to Tulips, which was certainly more than I would have hoped for! Eloise and Susan and Megan, have you ever been there? We should maybe get together to have tea there sometime, before school starts again. They have really wonderful cauldron cakes.