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Am re energized by ancient greeks re link from 3BT and her 25th july post.

I need L plates. The pram is uncontrollable, not unlike a disobedient Tesco trolly, there are pot holes in the pavement and the pram has no safety straps. We get there and back with out bouncing the boy up and over the side. Being left in charge has made me weak at the knees, a snifter is in order to celebrate the first of so much more to come.

We go up and pay homage to the pumpkin. There she sits in a patch of bare soil surrounded by the promise of more gardening space if the sodding shoulder can be persuaded by intent to co operate.

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Due to sodding shoulder bits of that will be sporadic unlike sodding shoulder.

Won't have to worry about that then as my retirement age recedes into distance.

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Heard but not seen, his new born experimentation with voice mixed with the clatter of delivery room noise to enter my being settle with a sigh of gratitude.

I didn't know until he was in my arms that the ferocity of the universes darkness and light weighed seven pounds fifteen ounces.

He open his eyes, gazed up, and frowned before his lids fluttered closed again. All he is and will be shone out a myriad of stories yet untold.

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Life is exciting, splendid, ruthless, uncertain, exquisitely beautiful sometimes to be endured, sometimes to be savored and sipped before spitting back the un palatable, above all if possible to be danced though with light creatively empathetic steps.

The world is beautiful

you must know where to look

I look where it is

beautiful

(Alice Sommer - nazi survivor)

We must teach him where to look

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Meditation for the day: Dorothy's red shoes watching the world go by past the shop window, while waiting for their adventure to begin.

I gaze for ages framing and reframing. Sodding shoulder had become so overwhelming, focusing down to the minutia takes my body away, until I turn to find a teenager gazing at the batty old woman with a camera. I wink he continues to stare.

Corse the snap is binned, tis the process not the end product. Whoops could be a life statement.

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Appro of bugger all

This is Eric he resides 2 doors down, invites himself inside, and has a howl suitable as a sound effects for person suffering from sodding shoulder syndrome.

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The first white violets catch the sun shine.

The youngsters in Costa's are a tad stressed. The reason is the new creation requires a special flick to attain the perfect presentation. Many are despondent and one walked off midflick.

This is his second attempt to upgrade the meter. His face falls, I offer him a mars and a coffee as a consolation prize. He drives away and I remain in a state of un-upgradedness.

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I like a dog a day

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Wiithin the warmth of the day there is an explosion of tiny black gnats.

The warmth is also the perfect climatic conditions for a love fest in the school pond. I have never seen so many frogs all together.

"You are off the footpath, it is a bit confusing", nope I know exactly where I am and I am enjoying your wild life. Oh he falters seen any. My smile is oblivousy isrristsable he gets back in his landrover and drives away.

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Do gnats dance?

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She is showing off her skills on the climbing frame, suddenly telling me to "stay there a minute", nibble legs run over to the wild bit where she searches arriving back with a huge leaf. "Here for you".

Those who are to be obeyed (because they know best and can save us from "special measures") are standing in for an hour, to cover for the young teacher. I watch in utter amazement as the gang and I come in to help tidy up. The bottom of the dressing up box is not full of clothes, they are on the floor, but several children. "Is it a bus or a train" her that has come along to support those who are to be obeyed encourages. While I am trying to encourage them out. "Not at tidy up time" I snap "it's a dressing up box". Those who are to be obeyed are watching the rest of them bounce on the mattress in the corner. Telling them to tidy it up. Now the children have lots of skills but they have not yet mastered the art of bed making from scratch, without a helping hand. So they are doing what they do best, bouncing.

At going home time I spot 4 of the children who were left in their charge still sat waiting for a pick up. While they examine the g pigs. Latter I put my arms around the young teacher who is always having a crisis of confidence. "You are marvelous" I say, "even I am marvelous today". And don't let them buggers tell you other wise.

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G pig enjoying a bit of language and literacy.

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Friday

Power to the cause one of the mums offers to do a poster encouraging tidy litter habits, to go with my collage of dropped litter that I am hell bent on sicking up. Even better she proves to be a governor. Perhaps she will motivate the whole school. An army of one has suddenly become 2. (I refused to be daunted when one little girl sensing I am on a mission diplomatically tells me the litter looks "all sparkly" and she likes it). Someone has the last laugh though, because on my way out, there floating in the wind is a newly deposited sparkly crisp packet. Arggggg.

Saturday

Pain is unconcerned with either place or position, so no point in taking to the sofa then. The back ends up at a delightful exhibition of automaton.

Sunday

She is a blessing and is feeding all four grandparents in waiting a tasty lunch. I simply cannot believe my luck. The son maybe aloof but she is fizzing and friendly.

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Saturdays trip sets me on a trail.