When one we know goes And we are left alone We lay awake unsleeping As night creeps in to dawn. When one we care for dies Out of time, 'tis us they leave We have to let emotions out - We cry, we hug, we grieve. When they've gone we turn away We don our best, our smart and black And wish in vain to alter time - Too much unsaid now we look back. But for those that are left We can remember times and love In the knowledge we are looked after By one more angel up above. ⭐️We will miss you, Mrs Weaver
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For Thing 1's birthday we are at "Action Stations" in Portsmouth Harbour for three games of Lazer quest. I'm old enough to remember these when they spring up in the 90s - and young enough (just) to survive my first game. Legs are shaky, dripping with sweat and slightly red faced. Adrenalin has kicked in and as little faces appeared I've shot them. Frustrated at getting 599 points in my first came, coming second to the instructor who opted to play who squeaked victory with 600 points. It's good for Thing 1 and his friend to burn off excess 11 year old's energy, and my father-in-law is holding his own - but keeps looking for an excuse to go as he's realised we've signed up for two more games. I'm going to win next game. Or make up a really good excuse for why I haven't! Today's question: am I too competitive? What is this bright ball of gas, burning in the sky? The sun? Is it? Can it be...? Yes. Yes. Yes! The children have been outside enjoying it and are happy, red faced and worn out. Bliss. Short blog today - but just wanted to celebrate a nice day with you all (both!)! Today's question: is THIS the start of summer? So, I filled up the washing machine with bed linen and work shirts and opened the cupboard under the sink for detergent and fabric softener. And water dripped out (you don't know how I wanted to write "poured"!). We've been in the house less than a week and... Take a breath. I am not a plumber. Not even close. In fact, I don't even know a plumber. Take a breath. I moved all the boxes and packets and soaking wet cloths. I mopped it up. Then there was a steady drip. Take a breath. Then I saw what appeared to be a copper tap without the "tap" - just a nut - and water dripping from the end of the pipe. A trip to the garage for my tool box (because although I'm not a mechanic or a plumber I AM a man!) and found the correct sized spanner on the second attempt. As I fitted it, it slipped and water gushed out. I tightened it the correct way (lefty loose-y, righty tighty) and the water stopped. I've just checked and it's still dry. Go me! I fixed something in my brand new house. And got the washing clean. Today's question: will it be dry under there in the morning? Blogging on the run Having collapsed in a heap after a very long day in school (including a 2 hour meeting from 19:00 looking at interpreting data), I only realised this morning that I hadn't blogged yesterday. I'm sure my one reader noticed, but it annoyed me that I had dropped a day. Maybe I didn't have anything to say? Nah - can't be that! I've just left a very useful meeting of ICT teachers who have all been shaing ways forward and apps to use and other useful things. It's nice to have a voice in these meetings and have people say "Cool!" after you have mentioned a new development rather than just sobbing. I'm hot footing it across town to be a parent at Thing 2's parents' evening. It always feels funny to be on THAT side of the table when I'm usually on the other. I know his teacher is usually nervous too. Today's question: how can we get more teachers to openly share good advice and good practice so that it benefits us all - and ultimately benefits the children? Fans (lol!) of the blog will remember that I mentioned artist Peter Thorpe before when we were creating the backgrounds for our artwork. Well, taking a break from report writing (I've started! Yay!), I have mounted a few of the children's finished pieces and have displayed them in the school. I'm really impressed with almost all of them (well, there's ALWAYS one!) because they've done well in spite of me. They will be pleased when they come in tomorrow and see their work. More art tomorrow - this time for a project with a local special school and local gallery. I'd be more excited if the dealine of next Friday hadn't snuck up on me! Fingers crossed for dry weather as we are heading out to sketch a local church - and break out the charcoal too. Today's question: how many of the children will "accidentally" have black charcoal marks on their face before we are back at school for lunch tomorrow? So, last night, having had a few (ahem!) beer-like beverages I attempted to set up the surround sound system in the new house. Got all the wires (yes, wires - why are we still sticking bare wires into little clamps instead of leads into clearly labelled holes?) into the DVD player but no sound. Left it. The magic men from Sky (other systems are available) arrived this morning, hooked us up and then said, "If you plug a (insert technical word here) cable from the sky box to the surround sound the sound will be direct and much better. We will give you one from the van. Oh, it's not working. You've stuck this (?) into that (?) - were you drinking last night?" "Yes" "Ah. Fair enough." Sorted. And this evening, clear headed, I took the assembled pieces of wood from the first photo and turned them into the item in the pic below. Almost correct. I've put some hinges in the wrong place but adjusted something else so it all works and is done. Done. Nearly lost a finger hammering the chipboard panels on the back. Today's question: what would we do without these nice folk in out lives who magically fix things for us without asking anything in return - and where can I get one on retainer? |