Of skipping and potatoes

Joe Root!

After all the excitment & build up, not to mention the dreaded early start, Cinderella could not go to the ball. Whoever wrote up my schedule did not know that I was persona non grata for the train trip today! Sulk!

Instead, I was involved with the left-behind half of the kindy, engaging in skipping practice. This is what the girls did in Worksop while the boys were scuffing their shoes to bits playing football with a stone on the blacktop yard! At least my knee isn't killing me any more - the pre-typhoon ache's disappeared - but I'm never going to be a skipper! Oh, the ropes are too short. Damn, I'll just watch and admire the beautiful autumn morning, daydream a bit will K-sensei smoothly does her thing!

Painting tubers

Sweet potatoes & carrots

Unidentified muddy objects in bucket are vegetables from the school farm to be washed, which when dried quickly in the lovely sunshine became still-life items for children to draw. Some very cool interpretations, and a very enjoyable class attempt at the "one potato, two potato" song (JET songs CD) - first in pairs then in fours with fists...

Cheering up a fat-lip

My lunch over (Friday = curry, far too sweet), time spent in the corridor working on my quads - three or four kids hanging on each ankle & then trying to drag them along the polished wooden floor to the other end. Bonus = cleans the floor?! In the UK I know a girl with a fat lip from a head-banging accident cannot be consoled - which is bonkers. What is the world coming to if a concerned adult cannot put an arm around a distraught child to help calm them down? Guess I would not get a job for long in a UK Kindy!

Oh, and the train trip mob came back very excited...not talking to them about it. Not fair. I wanted to go!