September is a new start.
The new start I didn't have in January because I was taking over someone else's class.
I did kind of have a new start - to begin with I emptied the classroom.
I got rid of 'her' shit.
Got my name slapped on the door.
I even mopped the floors!
But it was still someone else's.
Come September and it's properly mine.
And that means no more shitty plastic cola-cube jars full of dirty buttons. No more cardboard birthday elephants. No more handwritten bingo boards. No more wonky cardboard name cards hung on with string. No more skinny pencils that little fingers can't use properly. No more IWB that doesn't work because it's never switched on and the software hasn't updated.
Squeaky clean, EYFS ready, 21st century MINE!
I better mop the floor again!
Friday, July 26, 2013
September is a new start.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
So - off to France on Sunday.
Packing - vaguely started ... I mean really vaguely - there's an open suitcase on the chest of drawers and I've made a little collection of clothes that could do with a wash and a freshen up before I wonder if they might possibly go with me. They might just go straight back into the wardrobe instead.
There are no shoes in that pile yet ... number one they wouldn't need washing anyway and number two - I really could do with buying some new ones. Feel like I am running out of time on that front too!
This whole indecision thing that I do is rubbish isn't it ... or is it?
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
1/4 cup butter, melted
2 tablespoons lemon juice
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon white pepper
If fish fillets are large, cut into serving sized pieces.
Mix butter and lemon juice.
In another bowl, mix flour, salt and white pepper.
Dip fish into butter mixture; coat fish with flour mixture.
Place fish in ungreased square baking dish, 8x8x2 inches.
Pour remaining butter mixture over fish; sprinkle with paprika.
Cook uncovered in 350 degree oven until fish flakes easily with fork, 25-30 minutes. Garnish with parsley sprigs and lemon slices if desired.
... it's a boy!
Love a new baby :o)
Friday, July 19, 2013
My parents had a friend called Karla.
A dear old German lady with impeccable manners and full of loving kindness who flirted uproariously with my father and swore in a bad English accent. She had been a midwife in the East End (of London) working with the Jewish community right after the second World War - it can't have been easy but it made for a great sense of humour!
I spent many an evening eating wonderful food at her home and many a Christmas lunch time persuading her to eat "just a little more!"
This is her recipe - perfect if you have a glut of courgettes!
Puree the soup and serve hot garnished with thin slices of courgettes.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
I am (like many others I would imagine) waiting
patiently impatiently for this royal baby to make an appearance. I probably need to breathe deeply and stop this, after all, none of us know when the little one was/is due, even if Camilla has supposedly dropped the biggest hint yet.
I made the mistake of admitting this lack of patience whilst having lunch in the staff room yesterday and was a little surprised by the barrage of comments/critiscm thrown at me from all corners of the room.
"You don't actually take any notice of those money grabbers do you|?"
"Bloody waste of money the whole lot of them."
"*tsk* What a waste the royal family are and she's not even a real member of the royal family."
"Oh my god - are you a royalist?"
And it made me wonder ...
What about you lot? Do you think they're a waste of money? Are you waiting with anticipation for the birth?
Labels: audience participation
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Did any of you see the 'blatant slice of judgemental snobbery' that Katie Hopkins handed out on This Morning last week? I think my ears pricked up as she said "I think you can tell a great deal from a name. For me
there are certain names that I hear and I think urgh."
"For me, a name is a shortcut ... of working out what class that child comes from"
"Do I want my children to play with them?"
Why are we allowing people like this onto our televisions? Who is this woman to judge children?? Children? On a name! FFS! Kids don't come out of the womb clutching a scrap of paper with the name that they would like. Those names are chosen by parents and are not something to be judged on.
Oh I can and more importantly a STUPID insufferable snob because this is how Ms Hopkins continued ...
I think she’s on something – it might be stronger than gas and air BUT what she shouldn't be on is our television! **Note to self** Change channel next time she is mentioned
Saturday, July 06, 2013
Monday, June 24, 2013
I stole this ... I cannot for the life of me remember where it came from ... a list of simple things in life that make me happy.!
Nieces and nephews
Brown paper packages
Milkshakes - chocolate, malt
Vintage diamonds on velvet
Sunday, June 23, 2013
A school in Essex has banned parents from its sports day because teachers (via a letter from the headteacher) claim that children get too stressed when performing in front of a large crowd.
Now, don't get me wrong - as a teacher I hate Sports Day ... it's a pain to organise, quite often if (like me) you work at an urban school it involves traipsing to another venue to allow children to run (safely) on grass and you end up either with sun-burn or (as is possible thanks to current, delightful British summer weather) foot-rot BUT it's not all about me* it's about the children! And isn't that one of the things kids love about Sports Day?
Mum and Dad (and perhaps nan and grandad, aunts and uncles, brothers and sister etc) get to see me run jump, carry, balance and wriggle?
So I don't win - but I know that one section of the crowd is cheering just for me!!
Isn't this a little OTT even for "political correctness gone mad" Britain??
Friday, June 21, 2013
2. Groaning when you bend down - no, phew!
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
I haven't muttered unconsciously for a while, so here goes!
I say ... and you think ...?
Hook :: line and sinker
Ringer :: for love
Hoodwinked :: cheat
Football :: David Beckham
Out of the way :: I'm coming through
Skull :: and crossbones
Enough :: already!
Scholarship :: money
Ruin :: Mother's Ruin - gin!
Lawyer :: solicitor
If you want to mutter unconsciously (or consciously) click here!