It’s a beautiful day, so different from the rain of the last few days.
A perfect mill pond, useless for sailing.
Beautiful but eventful, you can tell it’s the end of camp because people are starting to kick off.
An evening introduction to a game has also given me an understanding as to why my friend would get stressed and not be able to play, and everyone else wouldn’t understand – it’s a colour blind thing.
It’s just lovely being included, being part of something bigger.
Seeing scouts and guides at pride is so important.
There is something truly sad about the taking of a statement about homophobic bullying in school the night before London Pride.
It’s about more than just teaching.
It’s looking after…
When you teach a 7 year old AS Maths because it’s the easiest way for him to know which Lego cards he is missing.
Two of us went running, a third used wheels…
In which the puppy and I have ice cream.