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 ...
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- Mr Willis
- I am from Birmingham and married to Sue. We have two drains on our disposable income, called Ruben and Thea, who regret to inform us that they intend to resent our existence for the next 15 years or so, give or take. We live in Yatton, where we have lots of friends, and where we have a million barbeques a year. I play badminton, but try not to run or win, and support the greatest team in the universe - Aston Villa FC, as well as loving a bit of rugby, cricket, golf, tennis, ...