Hairy Stories

Thanks to your steady stream of blog fodder, I realise that Corona is impacting  the community in hair raising ways. It is almost as if Trump and Boris got a head start on us; short hair clearly has no place in politics. I feel smug about this.  My father’s gene pool gifted me a thick…

Turf Wars

‘Am I the only person in conflict because the garden (normally ignored) has become a domain that others want to exert influence over?’ writes Oldest Friend (OF) in the comments section of last week’s blog.  I can only thank her for answering my plea for ideas to fill my barren Corona blog phase. Love OF…

And so it goes

My reliance on shameless ear-wigging to provide content for this weekly blog is presenting a challenge.  Fascinating though I find my own internal wittering, there is definitely a drought in terms of ‘new’ material. I fully appreciate that globally we have far more pressing issues to contend with, but if you do have time on…

Loyalty in Corona Language

I am an English teacher as you know, so once I absorb the shock of each day’s new Corona headlines,  my guilty secret is a fascination in our ability to quickly forge new words and sayings to deal with this pandemic – words and phrases that we didn’t have a few weeks ago. I take…

It’s a lock in

When I was at university, a ‘lock in’ was something to enjoy.  In the 1980’s (prehistoric story coming up) Aberystwyth was still dry on a Sunday, so if you were invited to a ‘lock in’ at a hostelry before midnight on a Saturday, you were in for a very good weekend. This week, lock down,…

Every day’s a school day …

This particular week in teaching is summed up nicely in a thank you message from one of our Year 11 students, ‘I hope you stay safe in these uncertain times’: Student turns teacher – we weren’t needed after all. Perhaps young people don’t need a clutch of exam certificates if they can show such empathy…

A bubble run

I am so gutted to see the steady stream of event cancellations in response to Corona.  If this news had come straight after Christmas – when we were all willing to hibernate after a frenzy of social contact (some enforced)  –  it may have seemed more palatable. Now that the evenings are getting lighter we…

Cleaning up social distance

I was too blasé about gliding easily through the January Glums;  I can see that February and March are not exactly smoothing our way to a fiesta of Spring sap-rising.  I spoke too soon about being through the worst, so I am determined to find some positives in these dark storm days of corona virus…

Are we there yet?

Being a fifty-something blogger, it may surprise  you that I have never written about the Big M.  Not the Big M in Marathon – obviously I have written far too much about that –  no,  the Menopause. My lack of noise on this subject is not because I think I should remain silent  – indeed,…

A Beautiful Day

Thanks to Ofsted, the term ‘deep dive’ is being hijacked in Planet Teaching through frequent use.  Bless Half Term then for allowing a gasp of air above water and a helicopter flight with family and friends to reframe the ‘big picture’  before swooping down to get in some surfing  practice.  You can’t stop those waves…