this morning I was dragged from my sleep by
the heavy roar of thunder:
it’s not a sound I normally associate with London and
this sticky humidity
 is a strange kind of weather for the middle of Autumn -
the mood it precipitates isn’t pleasant -
too unpredicatable, too unusual;
Summer has become a friend that has overstayed their welcome.
and I’m beginning to resent the [...]

and the children clapped

So today the grim reaper, disguised in a worn brown suit, stood before six hundred children and told them that a process about a consultation to see if a consultation about a process was needed in order to have a dialogue about the possibility that there could be a discussion around the concept leading to a [...]

i love education authorities because they’re honest and pure

yesterday we were told by three men in grey suits and a woman in white that our school was going to be closed down. Two years ago we had inspection that judged our school to be unsatisfactory which meant we were put in something called special measures. This meant that if we didn’t fix things [...]

are blogs merely a cover for corporate advertising by the backdoor?

This blog is my first foray into this universe and I’ve been surprised at the number that seem to ‘talk about’ or ‘recommend’ products, especially electronic ones. Seems like rather a brazen use of what is ostensibly or supposedly a diary tool to market. Am I right, naive, or just to green?

that’s not to say

teaching is wasted living. Sometimes i quite like it actually. It’s an odd profession though. Too be honest, I’ve never not had at least twelve weeks holiday. My whole life. Since I was six I’ve been waiting for the next damn holiday. It’s written into my genes. The idea of switching to a job that [...]

50 word story composed in a meeting

One day a little boy walked home with his loving mum because he was scared of the ragged bullies that lurked in the bush. Why were they waiting, he mused, holding her hand tightly. Pensive, he watched the sun disappear behind the silhouette of his quaint suburban paradise, and sighed.

how meetings do inspire me to write

Today bought with it
a longing for solitude
that had nestled quietly in my soul
for awhile -
and suddenly it swpt through me
like a winter wave,
frothy and insistent,
leaving me washed up on it’s shore
beached,
unable to fend for myself

musings on a dull, useless meeting

twelve moons
seperated by a
constant stream
of ecstatic loneliness
seemed to
       gleam within
the stream of my
unkindly worthlessness -
the words,
useless,
bundled together
with a lazy hand,
said nothing
and nothing was gained
except an inane sense
of pointless activity

and so another holiday drops gently

into the toilet bowl of life and is flushed unceremoniously, settling, eventually, deep in the septic tank of history.  Only a faint memory of the pleasure experienced in the act remains to remind you of what you’ve lost.
Teaching - what a life: the first question on our lips, as we creep sheepishly back into a building mercifully free of children for one last day [...]