Making it up

A very large van. A long based Mercedes sprinter, and I worried all the way home about how I was going to get it into the drive (which at least stopped me worrying about driving it in heavy traffic on the M606, M62 and M1!).

Small was thrilled - suspect he’s going to be less amused when he discovers he doesn’t get to ride in it. Instead tomorrow we will commence a complicated operation that will see me take in 90 minutes epipen training , followed by taking children off the path, collecting a Jonathan, coming back here and fairly frantically removing furniture, relocating it up the M1 (before it closes tomorrow night :wall:) and then doing some variation on that theme the day after so that we can sleep in a different house for going to work on Monday.

All of this would be aided hugely by children being asleep now, so obviously they are awake and shouting. And I really ought to be packing things instead of blogging, twittering and scrabulousing.

Oh well.

or here again, more accurately, as we have been away. We popped down to see Tim’s family and stopped several days, much to Small’s disgust as we arrived (but I don’t want to stay 4 days!) and departed (but you said 4 days and it hasn’t been 2 days yet! :roll:) I managed a couple of visits to charity shops and second hand bookstores, with a creditable haul for under £10 - The Borribles Trilogy (I’ve only read the first one, remember it from years ago, really looking forward to rereading and then continuing on), Ordinary Jack (Puffin Books) and Absolute Zero - The Bagthorpes 2 (Bagthorpes) for Big to go with her Easter egg (she’s started the first one and is thoroughly enjoying it, thanks to whoever recommended it - Helen and/ or Jan?), Elementals: Water (Robin McKinley - went into Borders today and was faintly disgusted that they have shelves and shelves of Anne McCaffrey and now Todd McCaffrey writing instead of her (couldn’t be much worse I suppose) but not a single Robin McKinley. Ought to complain ), and The Spirit Ring (Lois McMaster Bujold, another must buy author) as well as some chick lit in the form of Colleen McCullough, can’t remember the title. Small’s Easter egg was accompanied by some metallic crayons, black paper and a marvel heroes pencil set - he was absolutely thrilled, particularly by the Mr Fantastic rubber.

Other than that, we had a quiet few days - lots of very good food and drink and good company, and very little internet (hence the lack of blogging )

Back on Tuesday, and yesterday we picked up keys for the house in Brighouse. Today I figured out the central heating, so over the weekend we’ll be looking to move enough of us and our stuff up to make it possible to work from there next week. I’ve no idea how we’re going to do that, and am too tired to figure it out tonight. Get back to you on that one.

And as I’m very tired, I think I’ll go to bed.

We advertise this a true character semi detached cottage, having a semi rural aspect on a no-through road within the popular village of Bailiff Bridge. It offers modern fitments throughout, and presents itself to the highest standard, deserving of internal viewings to appreciate its offerings.

Eh?

Meanwhile…

The moment you step inside this stone built property you will be pleasantly surprised, not only at the spacious accommodation offered but at the fact that the current owners have completely renovated and fitted the property to a high standard.

Really.

We are pleased to offer for sale this Stone Built Three Bedroomed Through Terrace Property, situated on a sought after road giving no through road for traffic and very close to open fields and walks. In an ideal location for the M62 motorway network, Bailiff Bridge centre offering a range of sho…

We are going to stay at Tim’s dad’s house soon, and it has set Big off again, asking why are we born if all that happens is we die? Also, why do ppl fight, like countries. And what will happen if there’s another world war?

Eek. I don’t have answers to these questions. There aren’t answers to these questions.

Anyone got a copy of Sophie’s World around? Or can recommend anything else?

so it really was a whole new world for me today.

Aforementioned three year old came out quite meekly and did as requested, but oh it’s all so different to managing a team of graduates who might occasionally be smart alecks, but generally it’s because they are. Smart that is. Whereas today it felt like I was the dunce, not knowing where anything is or what anyone does, or much of anything at all in face.

Hohum. I have homework tonight - of the five files I have for 5 of the 6 different areas of curriculum (for want of a better word) I’m going to go through the first 5 activities and attempt to memorise them. Some of them should be ones I’ve done today, but others may well be new to me. I will be making copious notes. Again.

Today we’ve talked about grace and courtesy, practical life, sensitive periods and the three period lesson. I’ve played the continent game, presented pouring of beans and rice, and had odds and evens presented to me by my own four year old. My head is rather swimming with it all, and there were barely any children in today, goodness knows how I’m going to cope when there are!

Oh, we left early today to get the cat to the vets. Vet number two came up with a different diagnosis (which obviously cost even more money) and a compelling argument for castration, even more compelling than “but they smell”. This was the one about FIV and what happens to male cats who are out there doing what they do. Should lead to some interesting conversations with Big when I explain it to her as I promised to do.

Tomorrow is my first staff meeting. It’s to go over the new documentation as required by the EYFS. Hm, I’m not impressed by the idea that documentation is more important than hands on time with children, and I don’t think A is either. We shall see.

Now time for homework.

today I have:

read a book (I’m not sure I understood it, I may have to read it again, only slower.)

seen Kirsty (without any children, hers elsewhere, mine in the bath, hey we managed a conversation without interruptions!)

Slept for a few hours. (Getting up at 5.50 after going to bed after midnight wiped me out.)

Taken the cat to the emergency vets (he came in with a very puffed up leg and looked very sorry for himself. He’s been fighting and there are holes in him. He looks a lot better now after £10 worth of medication, assume the other £100 for seeing the vet today was necessary He’s got to go back tomorrow which is going to be an interesting exercise in logistics, given the whole “starting a new job in Brighouse” part of the day!)

Sat at a computer pretending to work for 6 hours. Yes, 6 hours. I was supporting a golive in a very different timezone, where they’ve actually been up and working since 4am our time, so getting up at 6 was a compromise. But I wasn’t needed, which is good in one way, as it means nothing went wrong, and bad in that I sat at a computer for 6 hours.

And that was my day, in reverse order of events.

Tomorrow is a whole new ballgame.

It is the start of spring next Friday. It’ll be fun.


From the East Anglian Daily Times.

Primary school children should be eligible for the DNA database if they exhibit behaviour indicating they may become criminals in later life, according to Britain’s most senior police forensics expert.

Gary Pugh, director of forensic sciences at Scotland Yard and the new DNA spokesman for the Association of Chief Police Officers (Acpo), said a debate was needed on how far Britain should go in identifying potential offenders, given that some experts believe it is possible to identify future offending traits in children as young as five.

observer

OK, let’s have a debate. Let’s debate how many 5 year olds showing “offending traits” actually go on to commit crime. Let’s debate how many criminals didn’t show “offending traits” at 5 years old. What, we don’t know? Of course we don’t know, we’re too busy running around slapping everyone into the database to actually think about alternatives!

There are more ppl in the database in this country than in any other in europe at least:

There are currently 4.5 million genetic samples on the UK database - the largest in Europe - but police believe more are required to reduce crime further. ‘The number of unsolved crimes says we are not sampling enough of the right people,’ Pugh told The Observer.

Excuse me, Mr Pugh, but I think it means you’re just getting it wrong. I think you are relying on slapping all and sundry into your database and giving up on the idea of prevention or detection. You might not be sampling enough of the right ppl, but you’ve surely got way too many of the wrong ppl, and it should be possible for ppl, children especially, to have these records removed.

As I’m going to be a teacher, how would I feel about being involved in spotting “offending traits”? I think what I’d be trying to do is help the child move away from them, rather than assuming that a 5 year old has their fate cast in stone and is going to be damned for life. Surely that’s what as a society we should be doing - working out why these traits come about, whether they really lead to committing crimes in later life, and what we can do to help the children concerned, rather than just slapping them in a database and waiting for it to go wrong? Maybe we should just go one step further and lock them up at age 5?

Honestly, don’t these ppl think at all??? :wall

We’ve lived just a few miles from Creswell Crags for nearly 8 years now, and now that we’re about to leave we finally got around to visiting. We wouldn’t have if it hadn’t been for the offtheroad gang ringing up to say that they were going and did we want to come along mind!

So there was the frantic running around and going out to do the shopping bit, where the children nearly reduced me to tears with their complete lack of cooperation, but somehow we scrambled into the car and were there first (be a bit embarassing if we hadn’t been, what with the comparative journey lengths!).

Big went to the loo so didn’t come in the main door, which meant it was only Small who jumped out of his skin when he caught sight of the stuffed hyena out of the corner of his eye! He recovered rapidly, realising that it wasn’t alive, and was fascinated by it for the rest of the day, telling Tim about it at length when we got home. Reconvened with Big and had a quick hard hat fitting for J and Small, both of them fine to have the hat, and the rest of us were sorted quite quickly as well. There were a couple of other couples on the tour with us - it always surprises me rather to see unaccompanied adults on trips like this, which I suppose speaks rather to my state of mind on learning, that I still kind of think it ought to have stopped when I left school.

Never mind. It didn’t, hasn’t and won’t I suppose So we walked down to the gorge, and the chap, John, told us all about the history of the area before taking us off into Robin Hood’s cave. Goodness knows why it’s called that - to my mind Creswell is far more important and interesting than Robin Hood (now that I know a little about it all anyway!) - he just had a better PR agent Kids managed fine in the cave, Big kept her sobbing down to a low level when we were asked to turn our headlamps off to see how dark it was, and didn’t shriek when John turned his torch back on aimed at a lion skull. Small was a star, volunteering to be first into the cave, grabbing the skull for a looksee very cheerfully, and generally not at all whimpering and moaning as he had when I suggested the trip first thing. (He was worried that the caves would be dirty and wet, as they were neither he was quite content.)

After we’d done the cave tour, we went back to the visitor centre and did some cave painting rubbings, then went round the (slightly feeble) educational displays, before winding up back in the gift shop. I bought Small a hyena and turtle for him to remember the trip by, and Big chose a fossil thing. I even bought myself an agate necklace -when I got it home rather wished I’d bought the piece of agate for half the price and strung it myself as the findings on this one are beyond cheap. Ah well, live and learn.

Lovely evening with takeout and surprise visit from my parents to try bridesmaid’s dress on Big - who lived up to her blog name by being far too large for the dress marked with her age. Mother will be taking another trip to Debenhams. I’m rather dreading the wedding, this is the third of my three sisters to get hitched, and I can’t help feeling that the spotlight will turn on me shortly thereafter. Ah well, bridges to cross later in the year I suppose. And now I must to bed, as I’m doing over time from 6am. Joy. But the last one. (We hope.)

As a result of leaving, I am now in possession of a WHSmith giftcard to the tune of £40. This is good. However, I’ve been scooting round their site, and they don’t seem to have hardly anything off my amazon wishlist, so I may have to come up with a different plan. (Not that I can spend it on their site, I actually have to go to a shop!)

(I’m also very touched that they got me a smiths card - am guessing that at least one of the management team was very aware of the whole book thing and therefore got me something appropriate.)

So, I could wait for them to get Mess of Blues in, as I’d really like that.

I could see whether they actually have Fantastic Four (Single Disc Edition) [2005] at something more reasonable than the headline nearly £20 that I found it listed there.

And then what? I think I’ll take the children and we’ll spend some of it together and call it Easter presents. And we’ll keep some of it for when we’ve moved.

(They don’t have Grimspace. But I *want* to read about me! Ooh, they might have The Rose Daughter, which I’m fairly sure I don’t have. At least, I don’t remember having it. Wonder if they’ve got any Sheri S Tepper? (My big problem here is that with a largish number of my books packed in boxes and likely to stay that way for a while, I could end up duplicating up. Which wouldn’t be a complete disaster, but would be irritating, as book resale value just doesn’t seem to be very good atm.))

So I’ve done my last real day at work - it was very quiet. I think a lot of ppl thought I’d already finished. I got a few nice emails and only one phone call (was expecting at least two more from ppl who had said they would call before I finished, but must have got distracted ). Must remember to ask them to do a new internal phone list without my home number on, especially if we’re leaving and some other poor soul might end up with it.

Wonder if we’re moving? I know that they’ve done some of the references, but I don’t know how quickly they get back to us about it all. Might give them a ring on Monday to find out.

Aargh Monday! What am I going to wear? rofl, I’m going to wear what I always wear for work - sensible trousers, sensible shoes and a vaguely sensible top. Think I might try to spice it up with some colours that I wouldn’t have risked in an office (go back to what I used to wear for social work basically).

Boy, I’m nervous. Yes, I know that’s to be expected. You see, while I love education, I do like working in IT - I like the team environment, the sarcasm, the intelligence. I love abstract problem solving, and I do actually like training and mentoring individuals, and it’s not going to be the same in the new environment. But it will have other pros. Ah, I do feel sometimes like there are two of me and if only I could split down the centre and have two careers at once, as well as staying at home with the children. Ok, three of me. Well, we’ll just have to see how working with the children works out - at least I’ll see them a bit more often.

Will be deactivating this blog from the ring by Monday, so if you want to read it and you get here via the ring, you need to make other arrangements

The hot dogs go on.

(unless of course I can’t connect remotely in which case I may be loading kids into the back of the car and taking them to the office with me tomorrow!)

Odd feeling. Especially when, towards the end of the day, the various members of my team came by to say goodbye. Got the feeling that they are all going to miss me - more so than any job I’ve left before. Apparently the office is going to be much quieter without me (is this good or bad? Have I been a disruptive influence? :grin:)

Anyway, as I’m still working tomorrow, albeit from home, I’ll postpone further thoughts and commentary on this life change and go to bed.

urgh.

Random downloading of thoughts to follow:

If I had blogged last night, the title would have been OW! Carrying a sleeping Small (who, let’s face it, is really rather not small, and quite past the stage of being carried from a car asleep) up to bed last night, I bent over to put him down, trod on something under his bed, started to fall, realised I was going to slam into the wall, with him hitting first headfirst, somehow twisted round and landed on the wooden end of his bed with my right thigh. I didn’t notice I’d wrenched my back until several minutes later

Today my back is merely stiff, but my thigh is very painful.

Tomorrow is my last day in the office. I’m working from home on Friday, and then doing overtime on Sunday to support a customer golive. This particular customer is using a part of the system I’ve never even seen in action, so precisely how much support I’m going to be offering I’m not sure, but at least I’m offering it at double time I’ve had many colleagues already on the phone saying goodbye, and one from the shift team saying farewell in person today, as he’s working from home tomorrow. I’ve just realised that I’m not going to see the night shift team again - they finish at 8 in the morning, and I haven’t seen them all week.

I don’t like last days. I don’t like the run up to last days, having to explain what Montessori is (over and over again!) and what I’m going to be doing. My boss doesn’t like the fact that I’m going, and keeps saying “you can change your mind”. Hm. Yes. After days like today I think not, I threatened to put a sign up on the side of my puter and mark off the hours on it!

Small is being very creative again. He drew a picture of Wolverine stabbing someone. That led to an interesting conversation at school! At least it wasn’t in colour, so there was no blood. The picture of Jesus on the cross was in colour though, although as it was from the back perspective it wasn’t too graphic. Was quite surprised at how well he draws objects with other objects behind them, if you see what I mean - this was a wooden cross with bits of arms, legs and body showing at either side. They’d been watching a dvd about Easter it seems.

Have realised that I am being unnecessarily negative and harsh with Big again - realised this when started to ask Small to be gentle (as he ran headfirst into tender bits of my anatomy again - it’s his way of saying hello) and she apologised for slamming the door. She assumes that anything negative I say is addressed at her. Must learn to be more positive. Is it too late? Will she just remember her childhood as one long rant of “not like that?”

I don’t really remember my childhood. The things I do remember the rest of my family deny. I remember coming home from school and getting my play clothes down off the washing line, changing into them behind the house and going off to play without seeing a parent. Which does seem slightly unlikely as my mother didn’t really work out of the house when I was young. Except at the lockup shop we had, and that was a couple of hundred yards away, although there was a road to cross.

Did I say random outpouring of thoughts? Don’t say you weren’t warned

Must go get something to eat. My appetite always departs at this time of month, which is probably good for the half hearted attempt at weight loss I’ve engaged in, but not all that good for the rest of me. Hohum.

Oh, isn’t comping terribly addictive?

Joining the throng, (well, Helen and Sarah so far ) we got all musical here tonight, and I watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Once More, With Feeling (2001).

I did join in, I did sing, and I did dance

I wrote a post entitled I like blogs

(You can go read it if you like. I’ll wait.)

It’s a cyclical thing, I think, the way ppl come and go in various places on line. 4 years ago we were all starting up blogs and diarising our lives to the nth degree. Well, actually I wasn’t all that good at it then, I think the very small Small kind of got in the way rather. But I grew into it, as he grew out of me, as it were, and now, still I wouldn’t be without it.

The blog isn’t so much about the children and their learning any more, and it’s likely to be even less so as of next week. That’s not to say I won’t share those little milestones, you know I will. But they are for me as much as for you, loyal reader , and hopefully for my children to look back on and wonder in years to come.

Yes, of course I worry about the bad things I’ve blogged, the times life hasn’t been running smoothly. But I can’t help feeling that having the record might at least mean that my children will never live in some revisionist future where it was all their fault - I know perfectly well that my patience is less than perfect, and it was me wanting to spend time along, or reading, or crafting or whatever at least as much if not more so than it was them being less than ideal. I miss the blogs of ppl who’ve disappeared from the blogosphere, or who no longer twitch aside their curtain for us to peer in, in the same way I would miss a friend who moved away and didn’t leave a forwarding address.

It’s an odd place, this virtual neighbourhood. Ppl do come and go, and sometimes it’s in the virtual dead of night. But it’s the nearest thing I have to a community, and that’s why I’m still here. Yes, I blog for myself, and I think I’d probably do it in a notebook with a pencil if teh internets disappeared, but I also blog for the audience. I blog for redemption, for validation, for hugs and laughs and to know I’m not alone.

It’s long past delurking week. I always miss it. But if you’re reading and you fancy delurking, please feel free. It would be nice to get to know you all too.

I don’t think Small is the only small boy fixated on superheroes, but he does take it to extremes rather. Instead of trying to move him off I’ve been rather following his interest recently, so we followed up yesterday’s filmfest with a viewing of Batman And Robin this afternoon. I would say that it actually didn’t hold their attention as well as X-Men did yesterday, and also that in some ways the comic book violence (ie less scary, so gets a lower parental guidance rating) is more dangerous, as it could lead children to believe that you can recover from just about anything. Small is getting into recognising and discussing the actors and special effects now, and Big is beginning to not let stuff get to her in the way she used to. She still screwed her eyes up a few times and refused to watch

They both talk all the way through though!

After the film they both took to designing their own new superheroes. Small has got the idea rather better than Big - his superhero could move the world, while hers (pinkclad of course ) did interesting things with her cape. Ah well.

This evening after a belated bath, I got to carry on the superhero theme by reading from Spiderman 3 Movie Annual 2008. There’s a comic strip version of the first film in it, and it took ages to read the first 20 pages. Thankfully he accepted putting a bookmark in with a view to reading the rest of it another night.

Tomorrow I need to crack on with sorting things out at current work, as well as making more of a move on the whole rental concept. I think I might have an early night in order to focus my energies better. Or something. I probably had more to write today, but firefox crashed in the middle of this post. I only lost a line, or so I thought at the time, but once I’d put that back in, it appeared I’d lost the thread as well.

Met Office A significant drop in global average temperature in January 2008 has led to speculation that the Earth is experiencing a period of sustained cooling.

From the bbc (of course):

Poor parenting and the erosion of family life are leaving schools as the only moral framework in many children’s lives, says a head teachers’ leader.

and

Long working hours, chaotic home backgrounds and a lack of positive adult influences in children’s lives, meant schools were being expected to patch up social problems rather than focus on educational issues.

Actually, I think the long working hours, chaotic home backgrounds and lack of positive adult influences *are* the social problems, and I’m not sure that schools can patch those up, except maybe by refusing to open all hours? No?

Then there’s the other side of it - I don’t think families in victorian times when schools first came into their own necessarily had short working days. I’m fairly sure that they often had chaotic home backgrounds. What I’m saying is that I don’t think these challenges faced by schools are new, but I think the rush to run around and blame someone else is what drives this type of comment.

Schools should always have been part of the moral force of society - and they are set up perfectly to do it wrong. You can’t give moral guidance to a pack, they are naturally going to follow the strongest leader, and if that happens to be a boy with a knife, then that is what they are going to do. What you need is to split the age groups, have smaller groups, and yes, focus on practical skills before worrying about education. There is plenty of time throughout life to gather pretty much any educational skill you might want, but I’m unconvinced that you can retrain someone as to right and wrong later on in the process, and if you can, it’s usually only be drastic means that will cost society far more than getting it right first time.

Stop worrying so much about children learning, they’ll do that if you let them, they are set up to do it. But yes, if you are there with them from 8 in the morning til 6 in the evening (not that I’m saying that that is ideal by any stretch of the imagination) then you are going to have to give them guidance, and practical skills and love and care.

So if you aren’t prepared to do all of those things, then what needs to change is our working practises, our rush to get parents out to work, especially single parents. Instead you need to support them to enable them to support their children and teach them all the bits you don’t want to get into.

Wonder if we’ll ever have a political party recognise any of that?

especially when I’ve had vivid and disturbing dreams all night so wake up confused and still tired. This particular dream was familiar to me - all about looking for a house/ shared flat in Durham and starting a new job, but ended in a new way with me driving down a road in the wrong direction, knowing that I was going the wrong way but not able to find anywhere to turn around.

So I was not in the best possible mood when I made it downstairs, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I cope much better when I’m too busy to think about other stuff (ie when I’m working). So I tried to keep busy this morning, washing up, putting washing through, entering competitions (erm, so that’s a new way of keeping busy online!) but it didn’t really work, as none of those activities are heavy enough on computational power to keep my brain from ticking away at the things that are worrying me. Consequently I ended up being shouty and horrid for no particularly good reason - the children were being standardly irritating rather than overly so.

I’ve tried to redeem myself by spending much time with Big assisting her to set up a spreadsheet to track her own competition entries (have come to the conclusion that many children/ teenagers are not learning about all the tools computers can lend to simplify our lives) and helping with the aforementioned entries. Am already gearing myself up to deal with the disappointment when she doesn’t get loads of prizes in the post, but hopefully it’ll be a little while before that sinks in.

Then I’ve sat with them both while we watched X-Men [2000], analysing what was going on, the difference between good and bad mutants, discussing actors and special effects and so on. Small has been desperate to watch it since he discovered we owned it on DVD, despite us pointing out that previously he’s found some movies like this rather scary. And I have to say that this one really is not particularly graphic in the way that others have been - there is very little obvious bloodshed and most of the ppl recover from it anyway. It turns out to be the bloodshed that is the bit that really worries Small - Big just doesn’t like scary bits.

So we got through it together and Small is now exploring Marvel’s website. I’m thinking of adding some more of those dk readers to a forthcoming amazon order, as Kirsty brought a couple more round for him to look at last night and he really liked them.

Anyway, Tim has fallen asleep on the sofa so I think it’s up to me to make tea, hadn’t realised what time it is, so better get on.

I’ve brought home 5 files from the North American Montessori Association - the only one missing is practical life apparently, which is supposed to be very easy to pick up on. The language and culture areas may take the most work - all of this is for the Children’s House, no doubt there will be similar amounts later on for the lower and upper elementary, as the plan is I will continue and acquire all qualifications before we branch out into unknown territory.

I’m slightly intimidated, but at the same time a bit thrilled - how am I ever going to remember every scripted presentation??? And are all of these how Maria Montessori would have done it, or have they grown and evolved - can you mix and match, tweak and polish? Not when starting out, obviously, but is there room for interpretation and adaptation?

I don’t actually have the course materials in terms of assignments and question sheets yet, these are the returned files from my predecessor, rather than the ones which will come with my course. I think I might get started over the weekend. I’m a little surprised that there doesn’t seem to be anything craft related in all of this - I would have thought many crafts grow out of and build on skills acquired through the practical life sessions, but maybe I’ll find out more about all that as I go.

Considering running a separate blog about my training based on the school website, which would be a less personal one, but would hopefully grow as a resource and act as a draw to the site. As well as being educational for me to write I could end up with as many blogs as there are days of the week as also considering a group one for getting my fitness and health in order. (Somehow I just don’t want to say that I’m dieting. Weight loss is part of the plan, but only because I feel flabby and unfit - I suspect if I felt fit and healthy I wouldn’t give a monkeys what size trousers I’m wearing.)

Yes, did go to see house yesterday. Yes, am hoping to organise renting of it, need to sort out more paperwork tonight, having set off to post forms today and then realising that all our utility bills are online, so I can’t send any in! (Mobile phone bills will do, and I think I’m still getting paper varieties of that at the moment, phew.)

Work at ITland, rather than gradually scaling down is rapidly ramping up as there are now three of us working our notice in the support dept. There’s a sort of siege mentality settling in on those left behind and I can already see a distance growing between myself and the rest of the team. Some of that is good and they are working out how they will work together without me, and some of it is bad as they are already rebelling against some of the practises I put in place that are actually worthwhile. Ah well, very soon be someone else’s problem.

Right, do I want to watch some tv or do I want to go to bed. Very tired tonight, can’t think that that has anything to do with being online trying to help sort out problems at 11pm last night