Editorial Policy

(I made a typo in the heading, and put an 'e' at the end instead of a 'y'. Verrrry interesting . . .)

I've seen these about in the blogosphere, and every time wondered if I should have one. Instances include

• No blogging about blogging
• Stick to the point
• Wander as far from the point as incredulity will stretch
• No blogging while drunk
• No blogging while sad
• Stay anonymous
• Stay real
• No children or dogs
• Blog while pretending to be a dog

So pretty much anything goes. Some I like, some are irrelevant (I mean, the whole 'dog' thing. C'mon.) I've wandered about the interwebthingy while spannered past belief on margaritas, writing movie reviews (the one I remember was 'Outbreak'. JOM, is there any other way to review that movie? I Don't Think So). And I guess I leave the blog alone if I'm down in the mouth.

Anyway.

Sid had her induction day at nursery yesterday. Uniform, bookbag, the whole nine yards. She was thrilled to bits. It was only the new children of which there seven, most of whom she knew anyway. A lovely, gentle intro into a new regime. (Slightly marred, in my own uninformed view, by not starting properly for another week. I'm sure there are sound teacherly reasons for the delay, but right now she has NOTHING on her agenda for days and DAYS.)

I expected to feel sad, which I did, a bit, but more proud, really, of her, that she is so clearly looking forward to this huge leap, and she will manage really well. (On a side note, she is two weeks older than Kit was when I realised that he could read. Ber-limey.) Also mightily relieved that we have got this far - it's days like this I find myself wishing, for a pico-second, that I could skip to the future, a good long time away, and know that all my children are safely grown, and happy and productive citizens. Days like this when I find myself terrified of what can happen, and knowing how powerless I am to guarantee the future of my children.

Note To Self: Consider not blogging while in the grip of Weltschmerz.

Also spent today buying 11+ practice books for Kit. It's nine months away. His current plan is to study maths or chemistry at Cambridge. Always nice to have a plan. (And Beri, the youngest in his year, is, according to his teacher, the best reader in his class. I am so proud of him I am in danger of imperilling my immortal soul.)