not for me though.
Mrs K the wonderwoman in the last post, phone this morning with a very strained voice and said
"could you pop round NOW please I've got a problem standing here."
Her daughter with specail needs had screamed since 5.00 this morning because she didn't want to go to school,
AS it was now 10.30 and the child was only going for the morning because she had a Private hospital appoiontment, I just suck her in my car and told her mother to go to bed for an hour so she could do the drive to Birmingahm this afternoon. We did dusting a bit of shopping and cooked gooseberries. ( child happy)
In Stoke Park ,Guildford there is a BRILLIANT play centre for children like this child. Disability Challengers. If any one knows of anything like it in the Wye vally could they let me know
PTFA, can be a pain in the tail when Mrs Bossy knickers decides that this is the fund raising event and it will be done like this because it always has been and old Mr X will run the coconut shy Mr Y will do the non PC game to offend the ethnic minorty folks but its ok because we have no ehtnic minorty children at our school. the local Drag queen will be on the gate giving the children sweets!
This year however a new mummy Mrs K has buslted in, in a flurry of talc with sparkles and fire crakers going off when she speeks, meetings have been moved to the pub rather than the school hall, she won't serve crap sweets at the disco and will only buy good quality meat from the posh butcher for the BBQ's she has got the most fabulouse raffel prizes lined up for the Strawberry Fair,( ballon flihgts, tickets to the safari Park, PGL holiday) and one from Duchy of Cornwall (how cool is that for a state school) last years PTFA chair is no longer coming to meetings and is behaving in quite a childish way( we have nicknamed her Sherek as she is green with envy) ( previoulsy cash przes from the sale of the tickets have been the prizes)
Ptfa's can be seen as clicky so I asked to invite every parent to come and sell raffel tickets in the market square on different days of the week. for no longer than an hour and only on one of the 5 days. we have 21 parents (not just mummies)
I have paired up new parents with old parents and hopefuly it should be fun, the daddies seem to prefur the Thursday as the Pork roll van is also in the market place. It means that parents who would never get involevd with PTFA are happy to help and were alos happy to talk about the skills they may have to offer the school at another time, like the daddy who designs speed boats, the daddy and mummy who work in TV, the daddy who can't be there on the day of the fair BUT owns A strawberry farm and is VERY happy to donate the strawberrys for the fair. (thats 50 saved on the cream teas)
Mrs K works at the hospice, and also has a child with such special needs she has 2 adult helpers wiht her in school at all times,
last night the BBQ at sports day raised over £400,
Sherek is wearing her nose Picasso style,
life is busy keeping up with the childrens homework ( keeping my foot in thier backs
Does anyone else see the similarity between Gordon Brown and Paul Lassiter ( actor Richard Kind) from Spin City?
Today I took a trip up to the hospital in the Forest of Dean,
This is one that dear dirty patsy has failed to close and is a godsend to the local community. saving them from trecking to Bristol, Gloucester or Hereford, for out patients clinics.
The Dr I saw told me how she loves coming out here because its like going back years, each time she comes out to the Forest she leaves with a cake made by one of the nurses,The nurses look after her with tea and biscuits, the patients are always greatful because she has saved them a long journey.
PARKING is FREE and there is plenty of it.
I only had to wait 21 days from seeing the GP to be seen here and Easter was in the middle of all that, (quicker than going private) There was no one else in waiting room either.
It was so nice it was strange.
Social Climbing mummy of one percious little madam and no we are not talking Mrs Middleton, has removed her child form one of the lovley ( in a Laura Ashley kind of way) local village schools, as she felt she wasnt getting to mix with the right sort of children, all farmers kids, musicans children, artists. This poor child now travels an hour to school each morning in the family 4x4 to Chepstow where she now attends a private school.
SCM was very thrhilled that her daughter had been invited to a party so soon after starting at the school, and has been braying on about how expensive it is and how delilghtful the children are and the parents are SOOOOO nice.
We were all particauly thrilled to hear that the child who has taken on the SCM child did live in a large old house with pool and very very long drive, but....................
daddy made his money on internet porn sites . hahahahahaha, and mummy looks just like the charecture of an Essex slapper, who kept saying to SCM "you must come to supper"
hahahaha
IF YOU ARE NOT SMILING BY THE END OF THIS ......
>WHAT WERE YOU DOING WHEN YOU WAS YOUNG ??????????
>
>Just for a moment, forget everything stressful and read this....
>
>Close your eyes and go back in time...Before the Internet...Before the
>semi-automatics, joyriders and crack...Before Sega or Super Nintendo...Way
>back...I'm talking about Hide and Seek in the park, The corner shop,
>Hopscotch, Butterscotch, Skipping, Handstands...
>
>Football with an old can, Fingerbob, Beano, Dandy, Buster, Twinkle and
>Dennis the Menace. Roly-Poly, Hula Hoops, jumping the stream, building
>dams. The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass. Bazooka Joe bubblegum.....
>
>An ice cream cone on a warm summers night from the van that plays a tune.
>Chocolate or vanilla or maybe Neapolitan or perhaps a screwball.
>
>Wait ....
>
>Watching Saturday morning cartoons, short commercials or the flicks. A
>child’s film foundation, The Double Deckers, Red Hane Gang, The Tomorrow
>People,.Tiswas or Swapshop and Why Don't You? or staying up for Dr Who....
>
>When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like
>going somewhere....
>
>Earwigs, wasps, stinging nettles and bee stings. White dog ****. Sticky
>fingers. Playing marbles. Ball bearings. Big uns and Little uns. Cops and
>Robbers, Cowboys and Indians and Zorro. Climbing trees. Building igloos out
>of snow banks. Walking to school no matter what the weather. Running till
>you were out of breath. Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt. Jumping on
>the bed. Pillow fights. Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was
>cause for giggles. Being tired from playing ... Remember that?
>
>The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team. Water balloons
>were the ultimate weapons .Football cards in the spokes transformed any
>bike into a motorcycle .Choppers and Grifters. Eating raw jelly. Orange
>squash icepops.
>
>Remember when... There were ONLY two types of trainers-girls and boys and
>Dunlop Green Flash-and the only time you wore them at school was for
>PE....You knew everyone in your street-and so did your parents...It wasn't
>odd to have two or three "best" friends...You didn't sleep a wink on Xmas
>eve ...When nobody owned a purebred dog...
>
>When 25p was decent pocket money. Curly Whirlys. Space Dust. Toffos. Top
>Trumps. When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny. When nearly
>everyone¿s Mum was at home when the kids got there. When any parent could
>discipline any kid, or feed him or use him to carry groceries and nobody,
>not even the kid ,thought a thing of it .When being sent to the Heads
>office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student
>at home!!!!
>
>Basically we were in fear for our lives but it wasn't because of drive-by
>shootings, drugs, gangs etc. Parents and grandparents were a much bigger
>threat! And some of us are still afraid of them! Didn't that feel good ?!?
>
>Just to go back and say...Yeah i remember that !!!
>
>Remember when....
>
>Decisions were made by going Ip Dip Dog ****.. "Race Issues" meant arguing
>about who ran fastest.. "Money Issues" were handled by whoever was the
>banker in Monopoly! The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex
>was germs and the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one!
>
>It was unbelievable that "British Bulldog 123" wasn't an Olympic event.
>Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a catapult. Nobody was
>prettier than Mum. Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better. Taking
>drugs meant orange-flavoured chewable aspirin. Ice cream was considered a
>basic food group. Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true. Older
>siblings were our worst tormentors but also our fiercest protectors.
>
>If you can remember most or all of these then you have truly LIVED......
>
>Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from his or her "grown up"
>life.....
>
>Go on ......
>
>I DOUBLE DARE YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!