Friday 15 April 2011

Bit of this
The digital radio does not like being turned off to save energy. The buggers packed up. Man about the house cannot resuscitate it.

Classic FM proves the best reception. It is just what I need. And I never knew it.

He does not like non specific back pain and nor do I. However I do like his designer shirt and tie it cheers me up no end.
Bit of that

There cannot be a crisis next week. My schedule is already full.
Henry A. Kissinger

Wednesday 6 April 2011

Bit of this
She is sat in the sun with a few bits of greenery petals and stones creating miniature works of art. This is indeed a miracle in the middle of a tarmac desert. Bits the man with the weed killer missed.

Several girls take their shoes and socks off as they sat and chatted only to be told off. I zipped my lip with difficulty.

I remember you miss you taught me in nursery says a yr sixer. They want to visit so off we go to mine old memories. He loved dressing up she painting. Do they not paint now then in Ys 6.
Feels like we steal their childhood before its lived.
Bit of that
The thieving magpie a tribute to conformity !!!!!!!!

Monday 4 April 2011

Bit of this
She is five and we spend the afternoon with her sister planting seeds and treading needles.

Luckily there are 2 needles and 2 canvas squares and 1 obliging birthday girl who shares her booty.

I take home a warm fuzzy (as we say at school) and a huge box of veggies that the older brother carries to the car.
Bit of that
Crossed wires: Mother packing small sons lunch box.
"Mum I don't want cake".
"Why not" asks indignant friend.
"My zip won't do up." She jumps to conclusions. My lord eating issues at 7. Who has been teasing him in the play ground then.
"No mum, my zip won't do up there is too much food in my lunch box".

Friday 18 March 2011

Bit of this
The minutes I make up by the jogging I do with whippet are reclaimed by wonder as I watch 6 young race horses, doing what they are bred for, having fun and cavorting around their nursery field.

Did you get them he yells through the school fence. "Your the best teacher ever" he beams.
He is still beaming when I catch up with him as he ices his biscuits.

It was worth risking the wroth of man about the house for being late and queuing for 20 minutes in M&S.
Bit of that
We will harbor you memory
We will bind our loss
In the warm currents of you laughter
We will search the sky
For your wild blazing star

And your voice will endure singing out to us
Between the spaces in the wind

Tuesday 8 March 2011

Bit of this
Now does whippet close his eyes in drop off readiness or do his eyes droop when he can't stay awake any longer?

I myself close my eyes in hopeful anticipation.

I can't remember when last I had a good nights kip. I get up and mooch or read, eat biscuits, listen to music, clean, go outside and look at the stars, walk the dog. In the past those wakeful hours were a gift of time. But last night was a bugger with the back and lately the hours of the night hang heavily. I couldn't believe my luck when today brought a gift of the blond and the grandson blowing in. We ate lunch in the park and had fun at the museum. And to think at 4 o'clock this morning I couldn't think how I would engage with the day. I am so glad I managed to get going and went to work.
Bit of that
Life is about the people you meet and the things you create with them.

Thursday 3 March 2011

Bit of this
Oh my gawd man about the house has implemented a weekly brass cleaning regime. The brass is glowing with shock as am I.

Some of the lads are bouncing. I round them up for a run around. "You mean I only have to go outside for 2 minutes then I can come back in". Half an hour latter he heads for the warm with glowing cheeks and a huge grin.

I am considering making a large poster with "bless this mess". And sticking it up at work.
Bit of that
Other people getting creative with posters.

Sunday 23 January 2011

Bit of this
He has a red coat and a proud expression, his charges are a credit to him. They have beautiful manners. Achieved he tells me by tying a young hound to an older dog.
He goes on to tell me of some of their personality traits. We don't want them too tamed he tells me they need to be able to think for them selves.

My mind flits to school and all the depressing spoon feeding for correct answers wot goes on. It seems that the powers that be do not value the art thinking for yourself. As they squeeze the children into more and more boxes, with more and more content in without leaving room for them to be. The fact that I came across class drama queen holding a chair aiding the escape artist while he synchronized his door handle with him the picking the child proof lock lower down. Shows how free thinking and creative we try to be in our unit, just think of all the boxes I could tick for that one, without actually illustrating the points. Marvelous team work and excellent problem solving being just 2. (We now have an extra gate). And while I was gratified to note my banging on about health and safety had sunk in with regards care taken that no one wobbled off the chair and broke their necks, I had forgotten to alert them to the dangers of the outside world should they ever want to explore beyond our walls. I say a prayer for these three that they work the system to their advantage and fly as high as I know that they can, when they do leave our walls. Not much hope of that!
Bit of that

We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today. ~Stacia Tauscher