New Year’s Eve was just 83 days ago. If you’d told me then that by the Easter break I’d be homeschooling my kids, I’d have laughed at you as it’s an approach that has never appealed.
I have just had the most bizarre weekend. The idea was to pick the kids up from school on Friday and drive the hundred miles or-so back home, where I grew up, to visit my parents, brothers and their families. At that time on a Friday, we should have been back in time for an
A couple of days ago I was stood in a hardware store getting some keys cut. It had been pouring with rain and I was soaked through and cold. As I handed over the key to be copied, it dawned on me this was a very dull but significant moment. One of the keys, you
Inset days: I have a love-hate relationship with them. I don’t know about you other mums and dads with school age children, but I feel Inset days are a total pain, if a necessary one.
As with many blog posts, the inspiration for this one came following a casual chat with a dad. This guy has a child at a secondary school Mrs Adams and I have been considering for Helen, our eldest daughter.
