So - the great day has arrived. Only the fifth day of this kind I have ever experienced and maybe there won't be another one for me. In fact, I am rather hoping there won't. I'm not sure my (by then) aged nerves would stand the stress!!! I want this new babe to last for ever!
There have to be people like me who tend to hang on to their cars until they are worth nothing and dying on their wheels! Surely . . . ?
Anyway, by the time I write again, I will have a new one. . .
I am seriously considering seeing if my garage can be organised enough to house a smaller car. Beth will realise how significant that is!
And then I am thinking of celebrating the new addition to the family with a bottle of reasonable quality sparkly stuff come this evening. I love sparkly stuff. No, I won't be breaking the bottle over the bodywork - that has always struck me as a ridiculous waste of good bubbles.
Yesterday was a super day. I'm not sure the children realised that it 'ought not' to have been me but they worked hard in maths and in English (yes, it is now called 'English' again, not 'literacy', thank goodness, I always disliked that name) and much enjoyed Golden Time and outdoor games.
I don't know if other teachers would agree but, to me, there is something rather special about the first Friday evening in a new term. The heartfelt sigh of relief as you unlock your door and dump the weekend work in a corner knowing that it won't be touched again that evening, the delight as you open the Friday wine bottle, the enthusiasm with which you switch off the alarm clock . . . is there anything better? I really enjoyed yesterday evening!