Thursday, 3 September 2015
The scent of a fresh notebook
The littlest boy's desk. He gave me back his two pen pots and is going to keep his pencils like this from now on. You will note that they are all freshly sharpened. Name tags are on, new shoes are out of the boxes, the borlotti beans are in and the scent of fresh notebooks is in the air. Oh how I love a new notebook.
The row of pencils got nudged earlier into an untidy mess. The littlest boy was quite cross and blamed me. Me! Who of all people understands the joy of a neatly arranged line of things. Order has been restored, although I am still suspect number 1. It's so unfair.
The biggest boy is now at the big school. So far so good I think. The food is delish, although I fear the lunch queue may be ghastly once the whole school is there at once. Apparently he's not learnt anything yet, but any day now.
The littles also went back today. I straightened things up, dusted, hoovered, you know how it is. I plumped things up and they stayed straight and plump all day. Then the mud and the noise and the crumbs returned and life was good again.
I've been limping a little this week after turning my ankle all the way over playing football at the park on Bank Holiday Monday. We were supposed to be watching a cricket match, but you know, bank holiday + cricket = rain, so we did the park thing instead. The other half said helpful things like, "Up! Get up!" and "Run it off!". I stayed down in the damp and the mud for a bit making faces and grunting. A&E on Tuesday, apparently I shall survive. I have exercises to do that include writing the alphabet in the air with my toe. All uppercase. The children keep standing on my foot. I didn't realise how often they do that until now.
If you will excuse me I'm off to play with my notebooks. Wishing you all an excellent September. CJ xx