Walked over to St. W’s this morning and felt that my limp was probably only just noticeable… the staff on reception inspected my scar with interest and were impressed I was out of the boot. Today, no reading – it’s nearly end of term and instead we made clay frogs on lillypads… with the children all calling out for me to come over and help them. Megan (7) made a point of repeating that she really, really likes me and gave me a hug and a kiss because she’s going up to the junior school next year. All I do is help them read for around 5 minutes each every week. I strongly recommend volunteering in a primary school if u wanna feel great!
I can feel the pressure of gas safety checks, mouse problems, refurbishment works, mal-functioning electric hobs, broken window locks, leaking shower rooms, locked out tenants and impending arrival of my niece and nephew for holiday club at my church. But we have pretty co-operative, long-staying, tenants and my work pattern gives me so much flexibility, others would probably gladly swap places with me. I mean, I get time to have fun at St. W’s! My dodgy leg has not overly impacted my work; I have relatively reliable tradesmen… and now the famous Zlatko (mother-in-law Betty’s builder), who will produce good work, as he has done elsewhere.
Can you remember what was like to be 7? I remember my teacher Miss May with huge affection, I copied everything she did, her hand-writing, even the way she crossed her legs as she sat on the desk to read us a story. Teachers are second only to parents. Here’s the famous and brilliant Kid President on teaching… and studenting… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwlhUcSGqgs ….
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Ain't we got it made? 