What a nice nice day...for a fire drill!

Fire! Fire! Fetch the engines...

I do not really know how I got through today, but the kindness & understanding of The Chief certainly helped; I had some colour flash cards with me at the gate, where some children connected & gave me a word...a start at least.One or two others resorted to head-butting instead :(

Big assembly and high praise for my mates, as sports day sounds like a success...how could it ever not be?! "Spontaneous", "Sport" & "Surprise" are not words I expect are in the lexicon for organised showcase events.

Be afraid!

Matsumoto's Barney McGrew...

New rules are explained about bikes, trikes & scooters - to be rationed to one class only per day. There are quite a few of them, but not enough to keep everyone happy. There have been breakages and tears, no less. In the red class, whose turn it is to be able to use the bikes etc first, a further explanation of their privelege! In the midst of this I get a call about my best friend's autopsy from his wife, lying to his kids about cause of death & would I like more marbo tofu for lunch. What the hell did my friend eat last? Trying to stare out of the window in case these little mites see me welling up - amused to see a guy 'tuning' the jungle gym. Cool job with Toy Box!

After a recent haircut the children have discovered the spot on the back of my head. I wish it was a reset button, or today a teleport machine.The fire brigade arrived instead and the older ones had a fire drill. Given all the marching practice we've had the last onth, this is very old hat! Homeroom teachers put to task with an extinguisher, and kids given the "Don't play with matches" speech.

A dark, dark cloud over my day which had nothing to do with the children etc...in many ways they helped me keep focus & bless them for that.