New terms and conditions

I’m back at the chalk face this week – well actually, back at the interactive white board and struggling to remember how to use it seamlessly without asking for help from a student – but anyway, a new term has started. It never ceases to amaze me how September seems to take us all by…

Brighton Rocks

Naturally there is a risk that if I chronicle yet another little holiday foray (get back to school Mama J), my travel weary dragonfly may get suitcased down with motorway fatigue and tripadvisoritis.  It is a risk I will have to take before I decrease my miles and rejoin the rat race.  My summer expeditions…

Ferry calm

In an effort to slow things down a little this week, Dora the Explorer ventured north to Scotland.  Lured by the promise of an early start, proper shortbread  and a road trip in FM’s (Favourite Man’s) BMW, she was prepared to risk even those extreme weather warnings that insisted on raining on our parade (literally)….

New Rules

I have busied myself over the last week to prevent myself from checking my phone too often to see if there are any new messages from my sister.  I read somewhere that it takes six weeks to break an old habit, but I am starting to think that this particular sister detox may take much…

A Change of Address

You may have noticed that my blog silence extended a little longer than I anticipated. You probably thought that I (Dora)  decided to stay Kenya-bound and master the detail of chapatti and mandazi recipes before returning to run an artisan cookery school back in the UK (thankfully – for Food & Hygiene Inspectors – this…

Dora the Explorer

I nearly didn’t blog this week, and I certainly won’t over the next couple of weeks (clear your diaries, people), but I find myself with a couple of hours before I leave to catch up with the intrepid group of teachers and students who have led the forward party to Kenya without me. I have…

Sister Act

The older I get the more I realise how valuable the childhood games I played were – particularly the ones I played with my sisters.  I have started to worry that our game playing time may soon become limited and that I may need to reorganise my priorities.  I feel like calling my sisters up…

Better Every Year

I’m not sure if FD (Favourite Daughter) will read this – let us hope not, for she will doubtless want to make some edits – however I make no apology for the blog being all about her, for it is her birthday this week, and although I am in no position to be a neutral…

A Kenyan Count Down

In the absence of a marathon to train for – or any last minute tickets for Glastonbury –  I find myself having to acknowledge that three weeks today, Dora The Explorer will head off to Kenya with a troop of lovely students and teachers.  Excited though I am, I have tried valiantly not to look…

Just you wait…

Apologies for being late with this blog; I have been meaning to write it since  last Monday, but every time I thought about doing so, something more urgent cropped up.  Something more urgent like: loading the washing machine; paying the gas bill; cleaning the bath or cutting my split ends out. I think this tendency…