You all know me, never one to make sweeping generalisations or bold statements, I would like to start off the blogyear with an announcement: this blog is, and shall remain,
olympics free.
It's not that I don't enjoy them, and that I'm not proud that we'll be holding it and doing an all round better job than Paris would've, but I'm already sick off seeing that logo, and having my Co-co pops packet adorned by a cyclist who I've never heard of. Come on team GB, I'm right behind you, just, ...stay in front of me.However, one thing we will not be free of is giving. The pack for the Sports Relief mile arrived today. We will observe it, oh yes we shall. Watch this space.
So, we're back, from outer space, let see what's been occuring round this large and funky place.
Our new nursery friends are amazing, and the general expansion of the school has been excellent to watch. Key Stage 1 have decorated their corridor with the most amazing traction man work. Years 5 and 6 are working really well on really hard novels. Year 3 and 4 appear to have come over all healthy...
Most importantly, I was enormously proud on Thursday evening when I walked down to reading club, watched running club go off on their jog, saw the millions of parents helping us, before I walked over to cooking club, tripping over all our guitars on the way. Nor do I mind admitting to a "hairs on the back of the neck" moment on Wednesday when key stage 2 sang the Scientist word perfect, first time. Some magical moments, and we are (as the title of this blog would suggest) barely half way through January.
Things bode well.
Well done everyone.
That is all.
