Bradley was sent home early with a bashed lip.
Playing tag, he bashed into someone's head. He's talking without moving his lips.

Later I gave him lollipops. It was much smaller, much better.

Here, we'd walked up to school to pick hit the remaining sibling. I thought it wouldn't be much rain, we'd walk not take the car. Later, we were soaked. "Wish I'd brought the car." "Me too," mumbles Bradley.

It was still dripping blood, in this picture. 45 minutes later. Not much. Hardly at all. Deep one though. # At 6/5/08; 8:27:41 PM
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Bank chief blames rumours and market fixers for Bear's collapse: ""The minute we got a fact out, a different set of rumours would start," said Schwartz, who testified that the "nature and pattern" of the damaging whispers made him suspicious they were being circulated deliberately. He urged regulators to investigate the debacle. "There are laws against market manipulation and there used to be laws against spreading rumours about banks," he said."

All banks are in exactly the same position. If too many ask for their money back, they're screwed.

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It's just a matter of confidence

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Nobody sees, nobody knows. Click.Click.

We go to Birmingham in search of curry power. End up in Sparkhill to look at Indian 'emporiums' and dress shops. Then off to my old haunt of Moseley for a curry cafe lunch. Which Esme and Brad found to be a bit too hot. So did I. But Megan polished off all hers!


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Curry power