At the beginning of last week, one of my newly acquainted twitter chums reminded me of the separation anxiety caused by the Key Stage 2 residential trip.
As is the case with many milestones like this, the occasion is as much of an education in aiding the anxious parent, as it is the homesick fledgling.
I've been haunted by an article that I read on Tuesday 10th June.
I know I have previously highlighted the extremes of bullying and I would urge you to try to watch the video link within the aforementioned article and narrated by Benedict Cumberbatch.
I believe this is investigative journalism at its best.
Apologies to all you Out of Towners, but this weekend, I will be indulging in the voyeurism of London’ s Open GardenSquares Weekend:
“From historic and well-groomed squares, to contemporary community allotments and roof gardens – there is a garden for everyone to discover, explore and enjoy.”
|Fred Holborn, Fleet Air Arm, Gold Beach
Last Friday, the sixth of June, saw the dawn of the 70th Anniversary of the D-Day landings.
I have always been aware of this event, which saw a flotilla of nearly 14 thousand vessels, large and small, provide a united multi-national attack and move towards the ‘beginning of the end’ of WWII. However, I knew little more than that.
When I was a child, I was a typical tomboy.
I would have been quite happy to have changed my name to George, taken ownership of a dog called Timmy and regularly rowed to KirrinIsland for lashings of Ginger beer.