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My penultimate day was a day of sunshine and mini disasters. One of the lenses fell out of my spectacles, and the little screw that was supposed to hold it in place disappeared into the carpet. I found the lens quite quickly: the screw was a little more devious. I eventually tracked it down, though, and managed to put all the pieces back together again with the help of Liam's Swiss Army knife. Now my eyes have recovered from having unbalanced sight (one retina corrected, the other not) and i can see again. That said, however, wearing glasses with only one lens in them gives a sensation that is pretty freaky... it messed with my mind and I came over all mellow and felt the urge to put on some acid house music and drink lots of water while waving my arms in the air. Then I remembered that I had a sore leg and back, and that I couldn't see my hand in front of my face (which wasn't surprising, given that they were both waving about above my head in time with Primal Scream). No sooner had I overcome this psychedelic disaster than I heard Liam screaming in the back garden. He came running into the house writhing about yelling 'God, it hurts!!! God, it hurts!!!'. He had fallen off his skateboard and landed on his head and arm. Now he has a big lump on his forehead and a sprained right wrist. After he had calmed down and accepted that he would live, he cheered up when he was told that he will probably be excused from having to write in school tomorrow, since he is unable to hold a pencil. This was only the second tribulation affecting Liam today. He came home from school with a big dod of someone else's chewing gum in his hair. Apparently it got there by magic, although on closer interrogation he admitted that the magician who's chewing gum it was got into trouble for 'accidently' disposing of his waste on another pupil's head. We tried, without success, to freeze it and make it brittle in the hope that he would be able to comb it out. Our attempts to wash it out with shampoo were equally unsuccessful. This left us with no other alternative but to cut it. Unfortunately the cut lock isn't noticeable, so I have no excuse to give him a short back and sides!