A Mother's Story: Teaching
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 Keith in the car park of Moel Famau country park this morning. We decided that, as Christmas day this year was going to be a q...
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When all this first happened, last week, I was sure that I would not want or be able to mention it at all on this blog. Now, however. I feel...
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Jenny... I think that Hugh would have been an exception. The odious Gove's idea sounds rather dumb to me. Okay there's a handful of soldiers who would have the intelligence, patience, sensitivity and imagination to become good teachers but most would be better building schools, guarding them or becoming caretakers in them. If the tables were turned I am sure that I would have been a disastrous soldier. I'd have been wanting to chat to the enemy, sample their cuisine and stroke their cats rather than blasting them to smithereens!
Yes indeed, YP. I was only following my train of thought.
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