What's the time Mr Wolf...?

Soooooo.... we remember to put the clocks forward yesterday, unlike quite a few people we interacted with yesterday in France.

The girls go to bed at the revised time and didn't seem to notice having an hour trimmed off their day and the alarm is set for ten minutes to 7, as James also wants to go down to the walk-in surgery at the doctors this morning. Everything is right with the world.

When we get the girls downstairs this morning, it isn't 5 minutes to 7, it's 5 minutes to 8. I need to be out the door on the way to the bus stop with Daisy at 10 minutes past 8. It's only a 3 minute walk, but Daisy likes a few minutes to run around with the other children before the bus arrives.

Someone... mentioning no names James... didn't change the bedroom clock. Why does James get the blame? Because he sorts the bedroom clock and he also had to be up a little earlier than everyone else.

Food is not allowed on the school bus, but at La Maternelle they don't have a morning snack and I'm not letting Daisy go hungry until lunch time. So we hatch a plan, this morning she will be driven to school so she can eat her toast in the back of the car enroute. While I get her dressed, James makes toast. While she drinks a cup of milk, I get her feet into her boots. While James gets her in her coat, I pull a brush through her hair. Ruby, during this frenzied activity, is calmly watching her Snow White DVD.

James and Daisy hurry out the door at 8.15a.m. and drive to school. The school bus that's due to leave the village bus stop at 8.15a.m...... comes flying past the house at 8.30a.m. The bus was also running late!