Hello! Remember me? I’ve been exceedingly busy doing a great many things, some interesting, some not (such is life), so here’s a quick update:
I have been to Paris, which went something like this: count children onto a bus, set off, travel a bit, count children, arrive at science museum, count children, have a brilliant time, go on a boat, count children, go up the Eiffel Tower, count children, be very relieved to end up with the same number that I started with. First time I’ve led a school trip abroad. Been on many, but my first time in charge. It was good though – can I do another one?
I have left my job. Sort of. By which I mean there was a last of day of term when I said goodbye to lots of people, although I was most insistent that I would not be making speeches etc – we went to the pub after school and chatted instead, much nicer. The following week I went back to school (what holidays?) and said hello to many of the people who had bid me farewell just days earlier. I realised a long time ago that I wouldn’t be ready to ‘leave’ at the end of term: there were still displays to put up, classrooms to empty and rather a lot of things to deal with. I’ve still got a few bits and pieces to do, but the real end is nigh, my self imposed ‘final’ day is on results day next week.
I have embarked on a spot of mad decorating/DIY, as is traditional during the summer holidays. 100+ years of paint has now been removed from banisters (they’re actually starting to look quite nice), the landing floor has been sanded and it’s looking as if I might even finish before I run out of holiday. Woohoo!
Whilst I attack the landing and stairs, Mr TLC has been industriously working his way down the long list of things that need painting outdoors. We meet up for tea/coffee breaks and I admire his painting. He doesn’t seem to be admiring my wondrous woodworking skills though, maybe I need to drop some bigger hints.
I have read books, watched films and enjoyed evenings chilling out with Mr TLC. I feel strangely guilty about spending an evening reading a book or watching something on TV, which is ridiculous really, I am on holiday – I’m supposed to be doing that kind of stuff.
And we seen to have found a new local: the Nottingham House (or Nommingham House as we prefer to call it) ticks all the boxes: decent beer, nice food (but more of that later) and a not-half-bad music/entertainment quiz. We decided to give the aforementioned quiz a go, resurrected the Three-Legged Cat quiz team moniker and scored a more than respectable 29 out of 30. Sadly we were not alone in achieving this score, but I can report that we maintained our 100% record in the tie-breaker: yes, we lost it. Ho hum. Snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, honestly, who do we think we are, Sheffield Wednesday?
Tantalising. What do you mean – you’ve “sort of” left your job? You’re now a deputy head? Head caretaker? They’ve booted you out for unprofessional behaviour? You’ve won the National Lottery?
By the way, when I first visited the Nottingham House it was very small – just the corner bit and everybody referred affectionately to it as “The Nottie”.
Yeah I’d say it is generally known as the Notty. I’m guessing Nommingham is a reference to their tasty pies?
Glad you’ve been having fun. Are you looking forward to the new job?
Ah. Hello. Welcome back to what some people, witb little sense of perspective, call the ‘blogosphere’. Pull up a chair. Milk? Sugar?
YP: Steady on – my career is not that illustrious! I’ve left my job at one school and will start anew at another in September. Except I haven’t actually left yet, still stuff to do and at least one more day at the old place to go.
Robin & YP: Yes, pretty much everyone calls it The Notty. And yes, the pies are rather nice 😉
BW: Yes I am! There’s lots of people I’ll miss, but I’m really looking forward to being a maths teacher again.
FBF: Thank you! I’ll pass on the milk and sugar – don’t want to dilute my caffeine 😛
Welcome back. Glad to hear someone else is game on for decorating.