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I love seeing a project develop and grow tendrils and blossom in all sorts of directions.
Teacher1 asked Teacher2 if she could create some A5 poetry cards for our sensory garden. T2 said there was no time. T1 asked me. I spoke to T3 about using LRC time. T3 amenable.
Simple enough. But then the project started one [...]

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Daughter has brought me some lego creations as presents and placed them beside a CD.
 It looks just like a strangely coloured safari waterhole, with wild dogs and gazelles and a strange box like object.
Must be the Luggage.

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The Moon is cool. I wonder how many poems and songs it’s inspired. SA draws my attention to it tonight:  it looks like it’s flying as the clouds stream past.  I make no apology for waxing (or waning) lyrically about the Moon. It’s stunning.
It’s not quite full, so the shape is a bit dodgy, and [...]

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Learned tonight (from Nicholas Crane’s Britannia) that the terms upper case and lower case come from the top and bottom cases that the type was stored in.
This nugget of printing trivia leads me to today’s photo.
Daughter asked me to open this pack of crayons,which were cunningly sealed to prevent entry. As the lid came away, I [...]

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Did my good deed on Monday night, delivering birthday cake around darkest Lanarkshire, leaving friends about 11.30 to head home. Travelling along the Clyde Valley I get that horrible feeling: there’s something behind me…
(Not behind me inside the car you understand, but following me on the road. I hate it when that happens.)
~Don’t be daft, [...]

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itting having a cup of tea, my eyes were continually drawn to a collection of what appeared to be model boats on one of the stands. On investigating I discovered that this was the outcome of “I Sea”, an interdisciplinary project between the Scottish Maritime Museum and S2 at Irvine Royal Academy, involving English, Art [...]

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Worrying

It is very late but I don’t want to go to bed because HB isn’t here. HB is in London and I detest being in the house alone. The children are asleep and have been for hours, so it’s just me and the music.
I’m listening to a stunningly beautiful piece of music called “Spiegel im Spiegel” [...]

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