Happy Birthday Granny Chris

A damp, musty, autumn-is-here morning, made better by a nice mum hanging around a bit chatting to my co-gatekeeper on welcoming duty.

Lean back!

My schedule was wrong again, and I find myself with the other teeny group, being included in activities but somewhat off the cuff - what sounds do UK animals make?! If I'd had time, and a projector off my iPod, we could have done Old McDonald for a big giggle...this double act have a number of find your seat/settle down/be quieter hand games that can be transferred to EFL classrooms, such as clapping with 5, then 4,3,2,1 fingers to reduce volume & co-operatively end up with hands behind backs & paying attention.

This class also given a little dressing down about abandonning bags on mummy, but asked to give themselves rules after deciding what kind of behaviour was not reasonable. Like!

Team work required

In the hall we were entertaining ourselves with a large silk 'parachute' & doing roly polies. My thoughts elsewhere though (Australia - The Ashes starting soon = I'll have to go to the toilet a lot more often!)

I noticed three boys sitting next to each other were all southpaws - cool! Wonder if that was accidental (teacher allocated) or personal aggregation?

Had enough of being coughed at, poked with snotty fingers, gaping mouths chewing unidentifiable foodstuffs, and the perenial hitting/kicking contest that is driving me nuts and frequently aimed AT my nuts. See how long any of the other teachers will put up with that?

Home time