My children go to a very modern school. The school photos are the kind with hula hoops and ‘cool’ poses that Tara Cain detests, and they communicate almost exclusively by email. Most of the 20 or so emails I receive
Street to School…
As I drove past my local school recently I noticed that it was ‘Walk to school week’, this catapulted me into a thorny forest of guilt. Firstly due to the fact that if I used the local school I could
Dear Mrs Headmistress*
I hope you are well and enjoying your Easter break with your, no doubt, very well behaved children, who eat and sleep on command. Please don’t consider the following a complaint of any kind, I have no wish to jeopardise
Yesterday….*
Yesterday I ran unselfconsciously across the Möhne Dam in yellow dungarees and plimmies, eating ice cream and drinking fanta, happily unaware that my skinny legs would ever fill out. Yesterday I fell off my bike in the middle of my
Autumn is falling….
So that was the summer… no, really it was – that 3 days of sunshine we had in May, remember it now? September’s not unwelcome arrival signals the return to school for kidlings and my dedicated return to work, which