It's been in the pipeline for a few weeks now but the superstitious in me hesitated to broadcast it until I was as sure as possible that it was actually going to happen.
What am I talking about?
Some kind headteacher has decided that she needs a 'mature and experienced' teacher for Y2 for the next academic year - and she thought of me!
Actually, what happened was that I was interviewed for a similar job at another school but didn't get it. However, the head who was on the interviewing panel is taking up that position in September but is presently head of the school where I shall be working next year. You with me so far?
So there we are. As from September, Jennyta will be in full time, gainful employment for twelve months...
And I never thought to hear myself say this but,
I can't wait!
Grace before meals
The Reception children I was teaching yesterday reminded me at lunchtime that they had to say grace before going to the hall for their lunch.
"Of course," I said. "Which grace do you say?"
Back came the reply.
"God bless this bunch as they munch their lunch."
I won't forget that one in a hurry...
"Of course," I said. "Which grace do you say?"
Back came the reply.
"God bless this bunch as they munch their lunch."
I won't forget that one in a hurry...
Celebrations?
Overheard this morning, a commentator on BBC1 News talking about reactions in Italy to their world cup win:
"So for the Romans this morning, waking up after an all-night party....."
Parties as boring as that, you should stay away from!
(Unless it was a sleep-over, of course!)
"So for the Romans this morning, waking up after an all-night party....."
Parties as boring as that, you should stay away from!
(Unless it was a sleep-over, of course!)
Dentists again
If you've been around this blog for a while, you may remember that, from time to time, I have ranted about the disgraceful dearth of dentists in these parts - NHS dentists, that is. There is dental care to be had if you are able to fork out, so you do have a choice; pay large sums of money, notwithstanding the fact that you already pay your National Insurance contributions or hope you never need dental intervention on your pearly whites.
Now however, in the peaceful land of Jennyta, something wonderful has happened. The tooth fairies have arrived - the NHS tooth fairies and not only that but they have set up camp only five minutes down the road from our ancestral pile! Invitiations to apply to register as patients appeared surreptitiously in the chemist's and I duly applied on behalf of Keith and myself.
Today, a message on the answer machine invited us to ring for an appointment. OK so it's not until September and Keith will moan about going but at last we have what everyone should have, an NHS dentist.
Now however, in the peaceful land of Jennyta, something wonderful has happened. The tooth fairies have arrived - the NHS tooth fairies and not only that but they have set up camp only five minutes down the road from our ancestral pile! Invitiations to apply to register as patients appeared surreptitiously in the chemist's and I duly applied on behalf of Keith and myself.
Today, a message on the answer machine invited us to ring for an appointment. OK so it's not until September and Keith will moan about going but at last we have what everyone should have, an NHS dentist.
Cautionary tale
This is the story of a boy.
The boy was in Year 6, eleven years old and his parents thought he could do no wrong. Sometimes he was good, sometimes he was bad, just like most boys of his age, except that his parents were convinced he was good all the time. In fact, they couldn't believe that he could possibly be anything else so when the nasty teachers at school told him off or sent home a behaviour slip for them to sign because he had been naughty, they were very angry.
"It's not his fault!" they shouted. "It's those nasty teachers picking on him again.
When the boy heard this, he thought that meant that he could be naughty as much as he liked, because his parents would never believe it and they would stop the nasty teachers from punishing him.
One day, he was very naughty and the deputy headteacher gave him a behaviour slip to take home. When his mother saw it, she was very angry and took her son back into school to watch her shouting at the deputy headteacher and tearing up the behaviour slip.
The deputy headteacher shook her head sadly.
"He'll end up in big trouble when he's older," she murmured.
Today, four years later, the boy appeared in court accused of stealing someone's car and taking his friends for a ride in it, but because he couldn't drive properly and went too fast, the car crashed. Luckily no-one was hurt.
"Aha," said the deputy headteacher, when she heard the news, "I thought that might happen."
The boy was in Year 6, eleven years old and his parents thought he could do no wrong. Sometimes he was good, sometimes he was bad, just like most boys of his age, except that his parents were convinced he was good all the time. In fact, they couldn't believe that he could possibly be anything else so when the nasty teachers at school told him off or sent home a behaviour slip for them to sign because he had been naughty, they were very angry.
"It's not his fault!" they shouted. "It's those nasty teachers picking on him again.
When the boy heard this, he thought that meant that he could be naughty as much as he liked, because his parents would never believe it and they would stop the nasty teachers from punishing him.
One day, he was very naughty and the deputy headteacher gave him a behaviour slip to take home. When his mother saw it, she was very angry and took her son back into school to watch her shouting at the deputy headteacher and tearing up the behaviour slip.
The deputy headteacher shook her head sadly.
"He'll end up in big trouble when he's older," she murmured.
Today, four years later, the boy appeared in court accused of stealing someone's car and taking his friends for a ride in it, but because he couldn't drive properly and went too fast, the car crashed. Luckily no-one was hurt.
"Aha," said the deputy headteacher, when she heard the news, "I thought that might happen."
Gardening
Last year, I decided that the pocket handkerchief sized lawn at the front of the house needed to be divested of its weeds, so I duly bought weedkiller and applied it. Unfortunately, no-one had told the lawn that the weeds should die and the grass survive, and we ended up with rampant dandelions and fast- expiring grass.
Which means that if we are to be able to hold our heads up in the neighbourhood at all, the time is fast approaching when an overhaul is needed. So what shall we have?
New lawn? Possibly but Keith isn't that keen on lawns unless they are concrete and painted green.
How about pea gravel then?
And a few tubs of shrubs artistically arranged.
We could have a stream.
And a fountain.
Or a waterfall.
And we have to have gnomes.
With fishing rods, fishing in the stream.
Or shooting the rapids down the waterfall...
See what happens when you use your inagination?
Yep, you give up and decide to leave it another year!
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