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…
As a dyslexic who is renowned for appalling spelling it’s a weird reality when you find yourself doing spellings with the secret genius.
There is something joyful when he comments that “it’s easy. I can just swap the endings.”
And of course his spellings are more important. With nuclear war I’ll be dead so nothing matters then.
I asked them for a PPT. This was the planing stage…
I love awards ceremonies for other people, but hate them for me.
Bizarrely I went to the county one so I knew no one would give it to me infront of people I knew!