Can you dance the Exile way? No, I'm English!

Happy Birthday, Rumi-sensei

Very much reminded of New Zealand today, as the autumn shadows stretch across the playing 'field' long into the morning; beautiful leaves in yellow & gold & deep browns fluttering down.

Not so gentle was the hip-hop 'dance' video we were shown in the hall - curtains closed & volume up...see the moves then have a go?! Really? This is not my bag AT ALL! Give me a ball and I'm as co-ordinated as you like, but wiggly head/arm & sliding feet? Forget it!

A's class still using me as a climbing frame, intent on dislocating my fingers if I don't oblige; I did lead them through "How's the weather" (OUP Let's Go 1 chant) because A as usual less than a full LP up her sleeve...

Who's this wierdo?

Lumpy sweet potato/apple salad (a poor man's Waldorf, Mr. Fawlty?) which again had me thinking back to what I was stuffing my face with seconds and thirds last week in HK!)

A thinned out afternoon with the bigger kids gone to see an elementary school, prefacing their permanent elevation in April. Big moves for many of them...