30 July,2016.

The morning in my kitchen.The kettle boiling.The washing machine turning.My sister rattling about with the cups.In the next room my 10 year old god-son sleeping,for the first time ever alone in a bedroom. As a baby when visiting his grandparents he always slept on their massive bed with them,then when he was three the younger sibling arrived and his bedroom has been shared with Adam since. Yesterday every-one bar my sister and Matt flew back home, quite safely,I am glad to say. We wanted Matthew to remain and become a little more confident in English. They will return on 5th August.The coming week is HIS week. He is a mathematical genius,plays football with love and dedication,always the first one to score a goal,often the only one. Once his team won 23-0. Was there actually someone playing against you,was there a goal post standing,I asked. I gave him his first proper lesson in English last night.We agreed two hours a day studying, the rest of the time we will do what pleases him.