Despite lamenting the weary/sweaty/bonkers drag to the end of school term in my last blog (apologies), I am now out the other side and can find the grace to remember that teaching is the best career in the world (remind me of this in September). As another academic year closes we are sitting in the…
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Maxxed out
I promise not to talk about the heat (probably will – too hot to care), but I will shout out to all teachers limping to the end of a very long term. I cannot be alone in feeling maxed out sorry, that should read ‘maxxed’ out; turns out that while I have been distracted by…
Burning rubber
Although I am old enough to remember that scorching summer of 1976 (and that ladybird infestation) I have no memory of a school closure. However, this teacher was really grateful when our school made the decision to limp into the shade for a couple of days this week and take a hydration break. Read on…
Age with limits
I am gutted to hear that I missed ‘Age Without Limits Day (AWLD) 2026’. I have written it into my diary for 2027 otherwise I am bound to forget. In reality I am surrounded by such positive 60+ role models that I rarely think about age. My friends are climbing mountains, wild water swimming and…
I wish you well
Fresh back from a half term mini break and my inner grump has been joyfully unleashed. I am at an age when full volume rant mode is an indicator that I am refreshed and raring to go – or just even more opinionated than usual. All is well. In truth, I am always opinionated but…
Negative Capability
My one reader must have spread the word about last week’s blog because I have received comments about phone use that concur with my own thoughts that our ‘youth’ do not like the unpredictability of receiving an unplanned phone call from a parent. One friend said that when she called her daughter for a cosy…
Slow lane
Slowing down is definitely a benefit of growing older and the more wrinkled I get the more pleasure I seem to derive from plodding along in the slow lane. Wake up, be awesome, go back to bed. That’s how I roll (in my head). Instantly I can hear my reader calling me a hypocrite by…
Absolutely no idea
When school broke up for Easter two weeks ago I did not anticipate a close encounter with a deer the day before we were due to travel to my Favourite Daughter’s (FD) wedding venue. My Mini did not fare well in this interchange. I know you will be concerned to hear this news, so let…
Average Secrecy
I am reassured to read in the media that ‘The Average Britain keeps nine kinds of secrets,’. This goes some way to reducing the shame I sometimes feel at not unleashing some of my ‘little idiosyncrasies’ on my unsuspecting reader. Stay with me: there is a research paper from the University of Melbourne and Columbia…
Nothing left to give
Quite frankly I have been shocked at the lack of faith my readership loyal reader has shown in my stickability since I went public about decluttering. I felt – naively it turns out – that by publicising my challenge to match the day of the month with the removal of the same number of items…