If you were given the choice to spend £250 ($400) on one dress or £250 on one dress, a jacket, shoes and accessories what would you do?
Add to the mix that the money isn’t yours. In fact, not only is it not yours, it’s not anyone’s. That works because you are being given the items for free.
Amberley Cow Hunt
What’s a Cow Hunt when it involves children and adults alike and 30 wooden cut-outs on a Spring afternoon? In Amberley, Gloucestershire it’s a fund-raising event for the local school. The third annual Cow Hunt event took place the weekend of the 7th and 8th May. The hunt is inspired by the annual release of real-life cows to graze the Amberley common for the summer.
When my eldest daughter started at her sixth form college, after years of private school, she got labelled “posh”.
For one thing she said “prep” instead of “homework”.
Posh kids say “mummy I haven’t got any prep tonight.” Apparently.
I bought her one of those old school badges you can get in novelty shops that said “posh” on it. She wore it on the lapel of her jacket with pride. It became a bit of a joke in our family.
If you met us you would know instantly that we are anything but posh.
Don’t you just hate the whole “new year’s resolution” thing?
Eat less, go to bed early, learn a language, run a marathon.
It’s like a beauty queen promising world peace.
Not a chance.
There is an ochre and crimson multi-coloured crinkling carpet under my feet
I’m spinning round and round beneath the wind swept trees
Almost barren now with just their branches reaching out for the last remnants of winter’s light
Arms wide open, hair pulled tightly in bunches, fingers spread to the sky
Nose and ears pinched ruby with autumn’s early evening chill
It’s just a moment, just a second, but it’s everything
Moving to the left, then the right, unsteady feet, catching the world as it
Falls out of focus
Report Cards & Learning to Love Your Child After You’ve Read It
The hardest thing you ever have to hear about your child is that they are less than satisfactory. As a parent you can’t help but see your child as perfect in almost every way. That’s how it should be right? Therefore, the idea that someone else might not see them in this way is simply “earth shattering”. That’s what happens to you, though, the first time you read your child’s report card. The picture perfect mirror reflecting your child’s “the best they can be” aura is suddenly cracked and replaced with a lot of “could have done betters.” Ugh!
It’s one of my greatest sadness’s as a parent that I have been made to see my children through their teacher’s eyes.
Okay, no one report comes without the positives too. However, having to hear that my son is helpful and enthusiastic at all times is just as frustrating. Clearly his teacher is not faced with the same barrage of insults I receive whenever I ask him to tidy his room!
Just over a week ago we got that dreaded call, the one where your child’s school phones to say there has been an accident. “Come immediately,” they said, “we think your son has broken his collar-bone.”
A trip to A&E proved them to be right. The x-ray showed a clean break just by his shoulder joint. D would have to spend the next few weeks with his arm in a sling. He arrived home subdued and pale dosed up on pain killers.
It turned out that the breakage was a result of a few of the boys “playing” rough during break time. D called the game “benching” and, although he explained it to me, I still can’t quite get to terms with exactly how it works. All I know is it involves a lot of pushing and shoving and knocking each other to the ground. From a female perspective, I just don’t get it, but all the men I’ve discussed it with, including my OH, grin in acknowledgement. That’s the way boys play.