When I was a kid, I once got in huge trouble for writing in the family’s address book in pen. I’d specifically been instructed by my mother to update it in pencil and both she and my stepfather were forthright in expressing their disapproval of my actions.
We’re into the summer holidays and every day that passes, Izzy gets closer to starting school and slowly but surely, she is disengaging from pre-school. We’ve already been through this with Helen, but now it’s the turn of her younger sister. I’ve been reminiscing about the many years my kids have spent attending nursery and
Becoming a father has done something rather strange to me and I’m sure I can’t be alone in this. Essentially, I have discovered that I like animated films. As in, I really enjoy them.
It was the sight of all the Year Six pupils leaving school that got me thinking. Like most of the school kids and parents, they were gathered for an impromptu celebration. Everyone was gathered to mark the start of the summer holidays but the Year Six pupils were also saying goodbye to their primary school
I’ve fulfilled an ambition of mine and managed to take a picture of a butterfly resting with its wings open.
