Oh dear….it’s back to school Thursday.
This is the first day for ten weeks that we have not been greeted by a fully clothed little boy at 6am announcing it’s “get up time.”
Last night we had a liturgy of bad dreams, missing Nanny and Grampy and not wanting to go to school (I can’t do letters or numbers)…. so he joined us in bed, after much sleeplessness doing a good impression of a starfish on acid.
This morning actually went better than expected, Jensen coping well with the Bohemian organisation that is Godstowe…. a coat peg and dap bag were located and (somewhat bravely) appropriated. No name plaques, which seems to be a Godstowe oddity and a bit of a right-of-passage. The rationale goes that it is a sign of maturity….which is probably bad news for all those thirty-something parents struggling to work out the system.
Meanwhile, BT did their bit by choosing to start digging up the road outside this morning. Still, not to be down-heartened, I was cheered by the appearance of what looked like smokers’ sheds on the playground (I am sure they are not) and a new zebra crossing across the car park. Shame the latch on the door still doesn’t work. I nearly despatched two pedestrians this morning whilst wrestling for closure.