Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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This is the beach at Burbo Bank, Crosby, home of Antony Gormley's cast iron statues, collectively known as 'Another Place'. We...
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Well, we came to an amicable arrangement, quite unplanned as it happened, because Keith got to navigate the car through people's back y...
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Oh how very very true. Luckily my own teaching days were pre-ofsted (I think); we just got on with the job.
That made me laugh, but sadly it's all so true. I bet that you're glad you're no longer teaching. Flighty xx
And so much better it was for that, Cro!
I'm thankful every day, Flighty! But sad too, because once, pre National Curriculum and OFSTED days, I did actually enjoy it.
Brilliant Jenny! Thank you for sharing!
Absoloooootely bloooooomin' spot on and terrifically performed.
Why is it, with some posts I have to choose a profile and sign in all over again when I am already on your site, and with other comments to your posts I do not? You haven't found an 'Aida' performance about Blogspot, I suppose?
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