Sometimes something happens that's so funny it can't be true. I have a few from today, but am going to share one and save some from future blogs... A colleague came in to my room after school, looking for the y6 teacher (who was working on reports off-site). Having established the absence, my colleague then told me that somebody's phone was ringing and it was annoying. I walked over and could hear it. It sounded close (stop guessing - you may be right and spoil it for yourself). She said, "I heard it in Y6, too." I stepped back. I looked at my colleague. She was standing with an A4 ring binder clutched to her chest with an arm over it holding her pink iPhone. I asked the (bleeding) obvious, "Is it yours?" "No!" came the disparaging reply. Then she looked. She was holding it in such a way it was constantly trying to FaceTime her sister. She blushed, slapped me on the arm and, disappearing away in shame, she said, "That's why I'm blonde." 'Yes,' I thought with a sigh. 'THAT'S why.' My question: is this silly enough to be true?
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Hmm... We (my class and I) are in Arundel to watch Sussex play Yorkshire on the fourth day of erm... Er... Of cricket? It's not my thing. Really. It's not the thing of about half the children here, but it was an opportunity we decided to take so that we could experience something different. And I'll be honest - it's alright. In the ten minutes of play we've seen there have been two 4s hit and it's easy to see what is happening. The biggest surprise for the children is how quiet and subdued the spectators are - and now the fog has lifted (fog auto corrected to "dog" and I was tempted to leave it as it tickled me) it's a scorcher and well attended. I don't like cricket, oh no... But I may be converted by the end of play...! Today's question: how would you entertain yourself whilst watching the cricket? A very short blog tonight because I'm dead on my feet, have goad a rough day and am worried that if start to vent I will burst... What's in a word? Satisfactory. It's not very inspiring, is it? It'll do. It's fine. It's "satisfactory". Sigh. But I'd take it over "requires improvement". Today's question: will it make me mad or better? Don't knock it until you've tried it. Tried what? For those that don't know, Geocaching is a world wide phenomena where (fairly odd) people hide "caches" (treasure boxes!) and post them on line for others to find. Some are easy. Most are not. I have found one under a bridge, one inside a disused shower on the beach in Brighton and one in New York. I have found others, too! Those that are "in" on it are cachers. Those who are not are charmingly referred to as "Muggles" (although I'm sure that's been wizarded away from somewhere else!). It is free to do and, if like me, you have two young Things to entertain, it can give you somewhere to go and seething to do. My count is now over 50 - and two of these I got for being part of a flash mob. Yep. Me in a flash mob. You never know.. Today's question: do YOU do it? Regular listeners (!) will know that I moved house at the end of May. It's a brand new build and comes with lots of lovely features. For example, it comes with a weed filled, brick strewn back garden. I'm not a fan of gardening. I'm really not a fan of huge stinging weeds. The plan is to pave it over and maybe have the odd potted plant. Truly. Grass is great, but we have neighbours all around and we really can't be bothered with cutting the lawn. I'd rather sweep it! Today's question: does anyone know anybody in the Chichester area who paves gardens? Teachers. Get yourselves to Hectortrogg yourself a FREE hardback book and - if you're cheeky like me - the audio version. My copies came today. I've not read it yet (obviously). However, my colleague's 12 year son raves about it - he's been caught reading it and laughing! He says it's fantastic and that'll do for me! Please let me know in the reply section if you do this for your school: I don't get a kickback on a free book, but it'll be nv to know that someone out there has read this and followed the advice! Today's question: will you follow te link or pass it on to someone who can? Regular readers (reader) will know it's been a busy couple of weeks. I've made no secret of that. And it's that time of the year where we have to write the end of year reports. I've never accepted that people can turn them in late. I mean, you've known for a year that they are due. A year. But, life happens. The camp, the holiday, the move, the unexpected posting as ADHT, a Governing body meeting tonight. Life happens. I finished my first draft today, later than normal. It's taken late nights and working my PPA today to get it done eventually. They are due in NEXT Friday. Bring it on. Today's question: did anyone get the musical reference for yesterday's blog title? Answers to the usual place to be entered for this months's prize draw... Nobody likes paying to park their car. In fact, in Chichester parking without paying has got a real problem that the council have started restricting where people can park. Because that helps. To ease the problem of people parking we will reduce where they can park for free without increasing where they can pay to park. At out local leisure centre though, you can pay to park for up to four hours and, if you are using the facilities, you can get your money back. I like this a lot. Today, one of the two machines wouldn't accept my 50p. It's £1.50 for 2 hours and, as I was there at 16:40 and have to pay until 18:00 I opted for two hours. Mind you, two hours at the gym might be overdoing it! It didn't accept my money. So I hit the "reject change" button. I mean, nothing was happening so I HIT it. £1 fell out. Then my 50p. Hello! I tried my 50p again. Nothing. Hit the button. £1.60 this time! Hmm... 50p in. No joy. £1.50 out. Very aware that I looked demented attacking a parking meter I cashed in my chips and went to the second machine. It accepted my money with good grace, gave me my two tickets and, on my way in to book in for squash, I got my money back. I didn't mention the issue with the machine. I mean, nobody likes to complain in this country. Guit DID eat at me a little and, as I left with my original stake (£1.50) in my pocket, my "parking machine winnings" went in the NSPCC collection. I'd rather they had it than it went towards funding the reducing of parking spots. Today's question: would you have stopped or gambled on? 😏 We always take a punt when we put Sports Day in to the diary. We book one early June so that if the weather is inclement we have time to reschedule. And let's face it, we have had some poor weather! Key Stage 2 Sports Day is tomorrow. And we are a school that has a competitive sports day - well, for Key Stage 2 more so than KS1. Heats have already been run, places secured, disappointments been had. Field events likewise done. Tomorrow will be the races for 1st, 2nd an 3rd places. After the swimming gala on Saturday where ribbons were issued to all (we have a nice collection of 6th place ribbons - who knew they did them?) I am pleased we still do it this way. Long gone are parents' races; anyone who has had to stand at the finish line as ten strappy-vest-wearing, non-sports-bra-wearing mums come thundering down the track doing the sack race will join me cowering in a dark room. And we do try to engineer it so that every child is competing in some races on the day - and at the end we split KS2 into groups for "team races" so all the children are involved again. The sun will shine. The parents will stand too close to the track and allow younger siblings to wander where they like when they like. They will also get in the way with their oversized iPads to record every moment and play it back to me; the 4th official? And I will be resolute. Even when I'm wrong I'm right. If it works for fort all referees then it will work for me. Today's question: I would like to refresh the format for next year, can anyone help? Well, it won't be a big deal to anyone but us, but this evening Mike "the Knight" allowed me to help him fit blackout blinds in the master bedroom. And they fit. And they work - albeit a little stiffly. I won't miss the sun at 4 something in the morning, assuming they don't fall off in the night. We learnt a lot from the experience and hopefully fitting the next one won't take an hour and a half. But to be fair, the bit you pull to wind up the blind (I don't want to confuse you with technical terms!) was jiggered and I had to grab a piece from the next box to get this one fitted. We have the power to block out the sun - yay! Though the huge black clouds rolling in may do a better job of it! Today's question: will we get the remaining windows done by Christmas? |