My fame preceded me when the new term started a few weeks ago at St. W’s primary school… a young girl I didn’t recognise ran up to me as I sat in the special reading room in the junior school (where the Yr 2s are now based) and asked if I was the lady with the broken leg… as soon as I said yes… she ran off! Things seem to be getting tougher for the Yr 2s – lots of spelling tests and pretty intensive RE lessons (being that it’s a Catholic school I suppose). Poor Noah (7?) got banished to the reading room to complete his RE exercise on his own… and he only had 5 minutes to do it. He sat there twiddling his thumbs and since I was twiddling mine, I asked him what he had to do….I have to write down all the good things about Jesus he said. We found kind and loving in the textbook and then we sat there twiddling our thumbs again. Well… I said… I suppose if you think of the best ‘you’ you can be… maybe Jesus would be like that… what would the best Noah be like? Suddenly we got a whole slew of adjectives… including fun, gentle, patient, generous, good at football. I hope he got good marks….
Hmmm… I suppose bad habits are understandable if your body thinks it’s protecting itself…. stepping off the train and tube at the weekend saw me notice that I was still doing it heel first and effectively stamping, flat-footed onto the platform…banging my heel down wasn’t going to be doing it any favours. So I tried it toe-first….it can be done. Time to undo that bit of muscle memory I think….
Running around with Jay and niece H and her kids in the Princess Diana Memorial Park in Kensington posed no problem for my leg….on the way home on the tube, we got caught up in the large crowds of football fans from fierce north London rivals Arsenal and Tottenham, on their way to a 5.30 pm (i.e late) kick-off at the Emirates Stadium. There was nowhere for (the delightful) P (aged 4) to sit… but she happily accepted a comfortable seat on the lap of a lovely elderly football fan (pic) who reminded us somewhat of her late great-grandfather Tiggy……more power to H for not letting 4 children under 6 and a buggy stop her from getting around London (with the help of lots of kind strangers).
jx
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