We didn't do normal school today. We meant to, but in the end we read seven chapters of Oliver Twist instead. (Spoilers ahead) Mostly we don't read more than the scheduled reading for a day, but as a book reaches its climax it often screams out to be read together. Think about it. We couldn't have left poor Nancy lying dead on the floor, could we now. Or Sikes hanging from the neck from the chimney, or Fagin condemned to hang from the gallows. Then by the time the book moves onto happier things like Rose and Harry's marriage, we were at the final chapter, and well, you know how it is.
Seven chapters leaves you with a sore throat. Which meant medicinal hot chocolates. And not much time for maths, which is still sitting on the end of the dining table.
That means tomorrow we'll probably try to do two days worth of Maths...ew....or maybe just leave it. I dunno yet.
Somehow maths never screams out to be done together, and there is rarely a climax. Oh well. Oliver was worth it.