Valentine’s Day washup

Valentine’s Day chocolates are the gift that keeps on coming. On the weekend, a couple of Felix’s new girlfriends dropped around at different times to drop off chocolates for him, and even today (Monday) Ruby was surreptitiously slipped another two bags of chocolates from her friends. So even though our muffin effort turned out to be a violation of the school rules (read story here), I’m kind of glad we got in on the front foot; now we can just sit back and let the little gift-wrapped bags of goodies roll in without having to feel bad or anything.

At this point I should backtrack a little: Felix received his first love letter last Monday! It was from a girl whose name escapes me for the moment, but it was very cute. We have vowed to keep it in a safe place and bring it out at his 21st (with subtitles). Meanwhile,  two more of his admirers came around  after the school the next day and helped him to frame a response (polite and thankful without sounding too keen). I haven’t heard if there’s been any further developments or whether they are fighting amongst one another for his affections, but it’s certainly nice to see him playing with the opposite gender on equal terms.

Ruby had her induction into the local high school today (see official here ) and got measured up for her very own sailor suit. Eleni and I went along too, because we’ve got nothing better to do than hang around and embarrass our daughter. It was all rather austere and formal, but I think (I hope) that was due to the nature of the occasion; in any case, I met a few of the students afterward and they certainly seemed very happy and content and not at all austere. Actually one of them lives right near the park where we play soccer and I’ve chatted to her before, so she will be able to show Ruby the ropes from April onwards. The high school has the requisite massive gymnasium and pool (despite having just 81 students in years 7-9) and is also located further up the hill with rather lovely views of the sea. Not that Ruby will have any time for gazing out the window by the sound of it.