Archive for December, 2007

Ding Dong Merrily on High

There’s an old joke about the boy who attended an inflatable school. One day he brought a pin in with him. He was sent to the headmaster who told him “You’ve let the whole school down”…
I’m beginning to suspect that school attended by the Offspring is being pumped full of some gas: something with lots [...]

Last night I had the strangest dream…

I dreamt about the teacher of one of my Offspring. To the best of my knowledge she is a pleasant and blameless individual, but in my dream she lived in a gloomy castle by the sea and drowned rats with her bare hands.
Any interpretation much appreciated…

Contrary to Reports

“Miss Caroline… had bright auburn hair, pink cheeks and wore bright crimson finger-nail polish. She also wore high-heeled pumps and a red=and-white striped dress. She looked and smelled like a peppermint drop.”
 When, as an early teen, I read this description of Scout Finch’s teacher in Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird, the image which sprang to mind [...]

Dhiss iss dhe Nuhds

Oh doh. I’ve gohd a cohld.

No sick leave from being a mother - unless you have the sort of relatives nearby who can lend a hand. We don’t, so life has to go on, just with a lot more mucus involved.
Somehow it seems deeply unfair.

Painting a Thousand Words on a Lawn…

… or: Revenge of the Professional Photographer
Yesterday I squawked on about how having a digital camera means that you can often supresede the services of a professional photographer… then within hours I was handed a fine example of what nonense that can sometimes be.
Mid afternoon, I walked into a room at the back of the house [...]

Painting a Thousand Words in a Gym Hall

Whence the archaic practice of the school photograph?
It was around in my schooldays, and technology aside, little seems to have changed. The call-out from your classroom, the production line mentality, the sky-blue background set up in the school hall…
I have to confess that I’ve never quite ‘got’ the whole thing. Maybe it doesn’t help that [...]

I’m a Parent… and a Customer

Here’s a posting with an elephantine gestation. It was started in repsonse to Don’s considerations of teaching, children and parents in relation to customer service. But it became too long, too personal and too late to be part of that original discussion.
I was interested to read some of the impressions people seem to have of customers and [...]