Photographing snowflakes

So, a new Badly Drawn Boy album hits the ground, a Gorillaz song arrives that I actually like (in fact, I love it) and Ruben is still obsessed with that Warpaint version of Bowie's Ashes to Ashes. But what on eart does all this mean at Badock's?

More ukuleles adorn the halls and aural airspace of the Wood, and cold, cold weather has arrived whilst people's coats are still in the loft. So what have we learned this week?

Year 5 (say it very quietly) might just be starting to make some really good choices.

Year 4 (say it with that strange nose pointing thing) make some quite amazing soup.

Year 1 (say it with no amazement, because we should have known anyway) are superb writers.

Year 6 (don't say anything - you should be listening) are skilled and articulate debaters.

And reception (you can only say it with a smile on your face) are so hard working it's not true.

What good news. That is all. Yes, that is all.

PS Key Stage 2. Beware the toilet of doom ...

"You'll never guess who's on the phone..."

So, that was a week, wasn't it?

As more and more staff bid against each other on eBay for ukuleles, and lose to year 6, we have the closing stages of a positive week for the future of Badock's Wood. What have we learned then, in this week...

That, at last, at long long last, we have collectively worked out how to stand up to scrutiny

That year 6 really do love a uke

So do the staff

That year 5 still can't work out the difference between bad decisions and decisions that never had to be made

That year 2 can use a trip to the woods to produce some amazing writing

That Mr V can make soup, but cannot thread a needle, nor form a 'G' (but diesel for lunch?)

That Mr Scaiff has a strange upside down thing going on.

What we have yet to discover is if they sell certain musical instruments west of the bridge. We shall see.

That is all

PS Thank you staff. You were awesome. Thank you kids. You were pretty awesome too.