Making it up

if you work with kids, you’re going to catch their bugs. I started mid week with a bit of a sore throat, somehow got through two days at school with next to no voice, and really hoped that a quiet weekend would see it all off.

No chance. I’m hacking away like a forty a day smoker - I’ve slept this afternoon after waking myself up far too early with a coughing fit, but I’m sitting sniffling and choking again now.

Not good. I’m taking trips out again tomorrow so I really need to be capable, am hoping some food, tv and an early night might improve me. Bleargh.

Kids have had a reasonable weekend except for Big constantly complaining that her tummy doesn’t feel right. She can’t give us any more information than that, but today she barely ate when we went out to a party so I’m guessing she’s not 100%. The party was Alice in Wonderland, hence when I did get up early this morning I was occupied sewing hearts onto a dress for her and finishing off a waistcoat for him to go with the white rabbit outfit we borrowed from his cousin. Can’t believe I didn’t get a picture of them am hoping that someone else has.

And that’s my weekend. Going to get them out of the bath and send them to bed and go find some food. Really wish I could stop coughing - at this rate I’m going to have to find us a doctors, though how you are supposed to do all this stuff related to moving when you’ve a full time job I really don’t know.

one of the women I work with helps her mother out with Rainbows. I was saying to her yesterday how we’d never been able to get involved in that kind of thing because of the travelling and she said she would ask the brownie leader whether they had any spaces. They do, and Big can start after half term. That’s how it is supposed to work, isn’t it? Knowing someone who knows someone?

We’ve never really done that kind of thing before as we’ve never really known anyone local. Feels like quite a momentous occasion

Small wants to go to Brownies when he’s 8 as well

Amusing day at school today - it’s interesting trying to manage children without a voice. I’ve no idea where mine has gone, but it’s no longer with me, there’s a rumour that this is what happens when you work in the children’s house as the previous directress frequently lost her voice too. Ah well, here’s hoping it’s back at least to some extent tomorrow. Off to rest up now to give it a decent chance!

BBC NEWS | Politics | Rubbish charge trials to go ahead

Trials of a scheme to tax householders who throw away too much rubbish are to forge ahead, Downing Street has said.

I’m fascinated by how that would work in this area. There’s next to no recycling facilities - the area we’ve come from was collecting glass, cans, paper, garden waste and cardboard, with optional paired shoes and textiles (if you bagged them and put them out on recycling day) and black bin rubbish on alternate weeks. Oh, and we had a compost bin for food waste other than meat. Here there’s a black bag (not even a bin, we had to buy that ourselves) and when I mailed and asked we got a green bag that can take paper and thin cardboard, and a black box that takes glass. That’s it.

So everything else I’m collecting up and stacking in separate piles in the ex coalhole (apart from compostables, which right at the moment I’m sorrowfully binning - suppose I could take it to school and bung it in the bin there) for the moment when I’ll feel up to going and finding the local recycling facilities other than those at tesco. Although at least Tesco has a recycling bin for juice boxes, so I’ve been taking those every so often for the past few months. I need to find somewhere for plastic, cans and heavier cardboard. Not so much to ask is it?

Really ought to get outside and do some gardening - think I might grab half an hour once I insert the children into bed. Given how loath they are to get in the bath that might be some time away yet. They need it though - due to several late nights they haven’t really bathed and certainly haven’t hair washed - we’ve been spiritually keeping up with the campers At least we’ve had a fairly relaxing weekend though, and fitted quite a lot in, including yet another shoe shopping trip for Big (she now has some very nice trainers for bike riding after another 45 minute session in Clark’s. I feel like I should be getting names and addresses from the shop assistants and sending them birthday cards!), another party for Small (bit of a busman’s holiday with so many children from school who seemed to think that I was there to assist! One of the mums bought me coffee though ), catching up with a sister and cousins and finally managing to walk both children to the park.

The park was heaving, with one family from school, which was quite nice as the boychild, N, has a bit of a crush on Big, and it was good for the mother to finally understand who she is and another family from where I used to work, also good to play catch up. Did point out to him that I might be up for some emergency cover given our current slightly strapped situation - Tim is away on another job interview, thumb holding appreciated (tomorrow at 10).

And that’s about as much as I have energy for given that I’ve still got to get the kids into bed, excavate the kitchen, find the mending and do it, and crack through some paperwork. At least we’ve got darker curtains on the bedroom window now so I ought to sleep past dawn!

From the story Tim links to below:

To those who see him as out of touch, he stressed his “ordinary” upbringing, knowing hardship, and the friends he still keeps from Kirkcaldy schooldays represent today’s Britain.

Ordinary upbringing?

From wikipedia:

Brown was educated first at Kirkcaldy West Primary School[13] where he was selected for an experimental fast stream education programme, which took him two years early to Kirkcaldy High School for an academic hothouse education taught in separate classes. At age 16 he wrote that he loathed and resented this “ludicrous” experiment on young lives.

That sounds very ordinary. I don’t know whether being a son of the manse was a good or bad thing, certainly we seem to have ended up with an awful lot of scottish personalities who can claim it in the background, but again, not enough to call it ordinary.

Do you think we need to send him a definition of the word? I’m also wondering how many friends he’ll have retained from Kirkcaldy who weren’t in that academic hothouse - in other words, not that many ordinary friends.

I have now been a web developer for almost twelve years. I must admit I am getting really fed up with seeing crass incompetence like this. Incredibly it is, if anything, getting worse in spite of the huge improvements in browsers.

“Brown carries can for poll debacle but more problems on the ho”. Give me strength.

BBC NEWS | Education | Teachers jeer children’s minister

Rona Tutt, a delegate from Hertfordshire, had asked the minister what she was going to do to reform the “test-ridden education system”.

Ms Hughes responded by saying headteachers’ views were important “but it’s not the only perspective”.

She said: “The views of parents are also important.”

They really are making it easy to get political today. Headteacher’s views are indeed not the only perspective. There are class teachers, the majority of whom think the tests are too much. Parents, who think the tests are too much. Children, who think the tests are too much. Are you spotting the pattern yet? In fact, about the only group who seem to think the tests are judged right are politicians, many of whom don’t have a clue what mainstream education is like as they didn’t go and they didn’t send their children either.

(Incidentally, the article appears to have been edited while I was writing this and now reads very differently to how it did 45 minutes ago. Sorry.)

I’m tempted to say that I think our children’s education is far too important to be used as a political football, and that only ppl who have actually have experience of it should be involved in deciding policy, but I think you get a whole load of fools involved that way too. What I am sure of is that the current system of plucking ideas out of the air and implementing them across the entire country without paying any attention to the stakeholders (parents and their children, and to a lesser extent, teachers) is absolutely ludicrous and should be stopped.

But I can’t resist responding to this:

Prime Minister Gordon Brown has said he understands people’s “hurt”, in the aftermath of Labour’s worst local election results in 40 years.

Mr Brown told the BBC it had “not been the best weekend”, adding that voters were worried about rising petrol and food prices and utility bills.

“I do understand this and I feel the hurt that they feel,” Mr Brown said.

Do you really Mr Brown? Do you really worry about whether you can afford to fill up the car to get to the job that pays you £3.90 a day after you’ve paid for childcare? Are you sure that you feel the pain of rising utility bills - do you actually pay them, living in 10 Downing street, which is after all, offices as well as a flat? Are you sure that you are concerned about the price of every day items, given that you can charge many of them on expenses?

Do you understand that removing the 10p tax level while replacing the money in tax benefits that many ppl can’t bring themselves to claim because of the incompetence of the agency involved means ppl standing in supermarkets looking at food they can’t afford?

You know, I don’t think you do. Because you are paid £187,000 and your two houses are rent free, so you aren’t feeling the pinch of disappearing mortgage deals either. You probably haven’t noticed that while the base rate has been cut, credit cards are currently raising their interest rates, and I doubt very much that you stress about the credit card shuffle or wake in the middle of the night as you suddenly remember a bill you’ve forgotten.

Mr Brown, please don’t say that you feel our pain, you haven’t got a clue.

We have a bookpeople rep come round to school and usually I try to avoid looking at the books. The children don’t. So tonight as I was trying to leave, Big was enthusing about one and Small was moaning about another and I ended up putting £7 in to the envelope and hoping Ailsa would find another pound (she said she would, but whether she’ll remember between now and Tues morning!) to pay for Beautiful Doodles (Buster Books) and Ten Little Dinosaurs (Wiggle Eyes). Can you guess which one is for which?

Another long day. It’s got a lot warmer, and in a child led environment, that means you spend a lot of time outside. One of my children (keychild for those in the know, which just means I’m named to keep track of her observations and so on) had some injections yesterday and was feeling particularly in need of attention, so a little hand kept snaking into mine every few minutes and there were lots of cuddles. It is nice to feel wanted, particularly when my own children (the actual ones I gave birth to) seem to ignore me as much as they can!

Small’s triumph of the day was cracking pedalling the big tricycle - I’d find a picture but I’ve no idea what make it is. It was ordered for the elementary class and Small has just got big enough to cope - so he was pedalling, Big was standing on the platform at the back, they came hurtling (well, moving faster than a slow walk) down the playground, he turned the handlebars and they dismounted in spectacular fashion. Somehow they didn’t hurt themselves (much) doing that - he put a hole in his elbow when walking “sideways in a dramatic fashion” a little while later

Other than that, the day was without incident - apart perhaps from mentioning that I left within half an hour of my projected leaving time, lol. Guess it might be me rather than the jobs? Tim has been down to renishaw and recovered more items, though he didn’t find the stick weaving frame that I was hoping for, meaning that we can’t set up to weave our own rag rugs yet. (I was rather taken by the idea of a group artistic project where the children’s house could take to weaving their own rag rugs for floorwork )

And then we came home and the children made friends over the walls with two girls two gardens up. our house fronts onto one road, and there are two roads perpendicular with gardens back to back, and these two 8 years old were out in a back garden next door but one to us. So I walked the kids round and the big sister walked them back 20 minutes or so later, but a good time was had by all I think. It’s the first time they’ve ever just played out like that rather than me arranging playdates or at a campsite, so I thought it was quite a momentous occasion And a good note to end a blogpost on

Anyone who has studied with the OU, how much time does it really take? I’m looking at doing a maths degree, maybe with computing, starting with courses that will give me a certificate/ diploma to bolster my qualifications in that area for our next venture. But I’ve never actually studied with the OU, and I’m a bit intimidated by the idea that it’s 360 points, and that most courses are 60 for a year, so that will take me 6 years, a bit longer than I had in mind. Can it be done quicker alongside a full time job?

Ta.

the kids got me up at 2.24 this morning - Big came in and told me that Small had been sick. I hit the ground running at the far side of the bedroom (as you do) and got into their room in seconds, to find that he hadn’t been sick, he was just quietly sobbing to himself as I hadn’t come in to kiss them goodnight. So I kissed him goodnight and went back to bed. In my defence, I’d point out that I didn’t get home til after 10 last night - I was at a training session at school until 9 and then doing stuff with A after that.

Anyways, middle of the night wake ups make getting up that much more difficult and we had absolutely no leeway in our leaving time when we all piled down to the pavement to discover that the wing mirror had been seriously rearranged on Tim’s car, and the aerial snapped on mind. Rude words. At least both cars were still drivable, so got in and drove to work, to find some delivery lorry parked at the pub next door, blocking the entrance to the school car park unless you drove up on the kerb. More rude words. The driver is really lucky that I couldn’t find him to tell him what I thought of him - I tried.

After that, the day was a doddle, just the usual forays into class management, materials, coordination and wondering where the day has gone. Took one of our volunteers home and brought her back again - she’s doing a maths class after hours. Oh yes, that reminds me, apparently I did nothing 92 - 93. I thought I was doing a year of degree level maths at Nottingham university preparatory to a year long PGCE - I transferred back to Durham for that. But I applied for a transcript - in the hope that I could use some credits against a full maths degree - and they have nothing. They know what date I arrived, they know what date I left, and they know that I didn’t get a PGCE.

Good to know that counted for something then. At least I did get something nice in the post (thanks Em and yes, collection seems a much better idea ) which has cheered me up this evening. And I found some more good articles. There are some books recommended within that look really interesting, like ‘The World in The Palm of Her Hand’ Geography and History for the Young Child, The Montessori Approach, but that seems to be out of print and somewhat rare - does anyone happen to have a copy I can borrow? There’s also Celebrations of Life which doesn’t even get an Amazon listing. I’m sure I’ve seen this, Nurturing the Spirit: In Non-Sectarian Classrooms, recommended somewhere else as well, can’t for the life of me remember where though.

Anyway, somehow I seem to have used up another half hour of my sleep time waffling about nothing much on here. I do remember that I said I might blog about my montessori training - I’ll start having a think about that this weekend I hope.

Another one of those silly quizzes. Arse Or Elbow

Sorry about lowering the tone and all. I scored 10/14.