I do not know where the noise has gone. Oh wait - yes I do. It's gone to Norfolk.
WHY SO FAR AWAY! Why Norfolk? Why not just down the road? I could have had them right here! Sixty kids? No problem! Activities? Race down to the village and get my newspaper! First one back gets a fun-sized Mars Bar! Meals? Pot Noodles! YAY! Games? Let's play Tidy-up! First one round with the hoover gets an old Doctor Who magazine!
*sigh* Perhaps not. I do leap for the phone though, every time it rings. You know, just in case. Given that I never answer the phone EVER if I can help it, at least I'm getting a tad more exercise. It's more than slightly irritating that Jeremy, who is a pathological phone-answerer, is more than usually away this week.
And tomorrow we get the day off. Our teachers are striking (ha ha ha) and we are off to the Goat Centre. Don't tell Kit.
Prof Pickford
7 years ago
2 comments:
oh, oh, the terrible quiet...J goes to Okehampton in Y6, all of 85.5 miles away. About 85 miles too far, imo.
loved the idea of sixty kids playing Tidy-up in your open plan living space (sorry, have been overdoing it on the Grand Designs front)
And the Goat Centre - 'not just goats'?! snort. What next - Bekonscot - 'we do big stuff too'?
oh and I do like Lilac Valley - you are a Spring, after all.
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