Miss Parnell had a fair point mind: drumstick lollies have shrunk. And don't get Mr Scaiff and I started on Wham bars. They have just got smaller, they've imploded. We used to think it was 10 pence ill spent if it didn't dislocate your jaw after a game of rugby. Usually against the local grammar school, where wham bars had been outlawed for not wearing a tie to breakfast.
Anyway, I digress...
This week, I have learnt:
Writing the SEF is tough for me, but even more tough for Mrs Ford (Thank you Miss)
That I am still useless at writing policies
That Christmas songs on Sky TV in November are too early, even for me
That sometimes the horrible decision is the right one to make, and that I'd rather live with that than the consequences of doing nothing
Not everyone likes a Paul McCartney song all the time
That some year 5 pupils are brilliant at being independent, some are, well, not...
Year 6 love history
The world seems a better place when the backing paper order arrives from consortium.
Too many year 2 boys love toilets
That there's more than one way to poach chicken
A useful week, I hear you thinking. Oh yes, yes indeed.
Thank you. That is all
Thursday 26 November 2009
Thursday 12 November 2009
Raindrops on Snotty noses ...
I cannot believe how ludicrous I sound with a snotty nose. I had to do remembrance assembly, which I try to treat with great solemnity and dignity, sounding like I was talking through a funnel. And an ugly, unwashed and loved funnel at that.
This week, I have remembered that I love Emma Pollock in my iTunes, and Empire of the sun, but not Emmy the great who comes in between. No no, not at all.
Weightwatchers is about to cause a monumental ruck in this house. After this evening's offering of coriander chicken noodles, I had the cheek, the barefaced, chubby cheek to mention that I was still hungry. Oh well, she'll talk to me again ... one day. Never mind, she's gone out now, and I intend to make myself Ikea meatballs, pasta and sauce. So there.
Anyway, can I say that I got the Booker prize winning novel as a prezzie - Wolf Hall - and it is awesome. May well have to amend me fave books list.
Brogan, your spelling list is as follows:
Gabriel Agbonlahor
Stephen Warnock
James Milner
10 / 10 please Brogs.
Finally, as a dedicated educational professional, I regret to inform that, after the hedonistic cocktail of prescription pharmuaceuticals my wife has made me take have done nothing for me, I have moved on to self prescribed medicine. It's 568 ml of black stuff with a white top, applied regularly.
PS - Watched Gone with the Wind for the first time at half term. Not as good as sound of music.
This week, I have remembered that I love Emma Pollock in my iTunes, and Empire of the sun, but not Emmy the great who comes in between. No no, not at all.
Weightwatchers is about to cause a monumental ruck in this house. After this evening's offering of coriander chicken noodles, I had the cheek, the barefaced, chubby cheek to mention that I was still hungry. Oh well, she'll talk to me again ... one day. Never mind, she's gone out now, and I intend to make myself Ikea meatballs, pasta and sauce. So there.
Anyway, can I say that I got the Booker prize winning novel as a prezzie - Wolf Hall - and it is awesome. May well have to amend me fave books list.
Brogan, your spelling list is as follows:
Gabriel Agbonlahor
Stephen Warnock
James Milner
10 / 10 please Brogs.
Finally, as a dedicated educational professional, I regret to inform that, after the hedonistic cocktail of prescription pharmuaceuticals my wife has made me take have done nothing for me, I have moved on to self prescribed medicine. It's 568 ml of black stuff with a white top, applied regularly.
PS - Watched Gone with the Wind for the first time at half term. Not as good as sound of music.
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