Prickles and Pongs

Bribery is the order of the day and, like a carrot, the children are allowed a couple at a time to peer in the box from a safe distance and say hello to the temporary new classmate…in return for producing the required piece of work beforehand. It works. Even the most reluctant scholar perks up and completes the allotted task on time! Unfortunately this coconut-sized bundle of prickles, seems allergic to its fellow students and keeps sneezing – unless it was Pandora’s new perfume which could also be used as an insect repellent as the weather warms up!
Prickles and pongs


A little mop-top boy and an enthusiastic smile accompanied by more words than have been uttered in a year. As though a lightbulb has been switched on, Daniel is animated and suddenly like a pint-size factfile.

It’s the little things that can make your day!


My little girl

looks like a grown woman


in her figure-hugging pencil skirt

and leather jacket.

She is looking forward to

Sixth Form in her new college

where she will be handed


along with her text books.

That day when she came into the world

a tiny premature bundle of bones

seems such a distant memory.

I am very proud of her,

my growing up daughter.

G Force

A recorder lesson and I’m starting to get a headache. To the soundtrack of Mama Mia by Abba the children are instructed to play the first note of the bar. G, rest, rest, rest… G rest, rest, rest… and so it goes on…and on…and on…
Jimmy is blowing his instrument a bit too exuberantly and the note comes out as a full throttle screech.
“Who can play me a Gentle G?” the guest music teacher suggests to no avail.
I’m trying to listen to some of them read. I have to resort to lip reading and I smile encouragingly, hoping that I am nodding in the right place. I can’t hear a damn thing. Correction. I can hear 28 recorders doing trumpet voluntary impressions.
I notice that Sam is looking a little pink, whether from too much sun at lunchtime or holding the note a bit too long – who can tell?
Charlie arrives to read with his fingers in his ears. I am sorely tempted to emulate him but I must set a good example. Then they move on to Bon Jovi’s Livin’ on a Prayer. Previously a favourite of mine, it’s amazing how quickly the memory gets sullied. I give up trying to hear Charlie and sing along instead. After all, if you can’t beat them…

Swotting the flies

She seems happy, was able to write lots in her exams today. Didn’t have time for a conclusion but oh well… I tell her that she should wear her glasses next time so that she can see the clock!

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