Half term
It’s half term in Cromarty this week, so my Godson Neil came to visit me here in North Berwick. Actually, he’s never been christened, so I’m really his Odd-father, which is much more appropriate!
The kids get 2 1/2 weeks holiday for half term in the Highlands, which must cause enormous childcare problems for their parents.
Anyway, I was my indulgent self, letting him stay up late (although he loves reading his Tintin books once he gets to bed) watch far too much television, and spend far too long on a computer. But then, what are holidays for?



