I'm pretty impressed with these paintings my class did recently of the Great Fire of London. Not bad for the first of the school year.
Parents' evening
Parents' evening today. I did think I'd got away with it. Nothing had been mentioned until just before half term but there you are, you can't win 'em all.
In this school the system is that all the teachers see parents in the hall, rather than in their own classrooms, which is what I've always been used to. This is because there was an incident last year with a threatening parent - a sad sign of the times. So at lunch-time today, someone (I wonder who?) came up with the brilliant idea of having a row of tables with us behind them and 'interviewing' parents, one at a time, a la Dragon's Den or doing an Anne Robinson You are the weakest link, good-bye!
Well, it would have been different...
In this school the system is that all the teachers see parents in the hall, rather than in their own classrooms, which is what I've always been used to. This is because there was an incident last year with a threatening parent - a sad sign of the times. So at lunch-time today, someone (I wonder who?) came up with the brilliant idea of having a row of tables with us behind them and 'interviewing' parents, one at a time, a la Dragon's Den or doing an Anne Robinson You are the weakest link, good-bye!
Well, it would have been different...
Autumn walks
It's been ten months since my lovely dog Lucy died and since then, I have avoided all the routes we used to walk together, but today, I took the plunge and off I went for a stroll around our valley. Here are some of the photos I took on this beautiful autumn morning.
New novel
Simon Pope's wonderful work of art , currently showing in Wales has given me a great idea. My next novel is going to be a full length paperback of ...yes, you've guessed it - empty pages!
Before you scoff in incomprehending derision, philistines that you are, the idea is that you, the millions of readers of said masterpiece, will use your own imagination to fill the pages. So the story will be entirely your own.
Great idea? My thanks and unending gratitude are due to that maestro of the written word,
Keith.
Feel free to email me for a signed copy. It could be worth millions in years to come. You KNOW it makes sense!
Before you scoff in incomprehending derision, philistines that you are, the idea is that you, the millions of readers of said masterpiece, will use your own imagination to fill the pages. So the story will be entirely your own.
Great idea? My thanks and unending gratitude are due to that maestro of the written word,
Keith.
Feel free to email me for a signed copy. It could be worth millions in years to come. You KNOW it makes sense!
Little Ginger Cat
This is Little Ginger Cat. She lives around here somewhere and likes to look in on me from time to time when I'm at home. Sometimes she is at the door waiting for me when I get home. She has a quick mooch around, ten minutes snooze on the spare bed and then she's off again till next time.
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