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these people need fields.
Jul. 9th, 2013 11:12 pmI encourage everyone to read the Wikipedia page for midsomer murders. You will not be disappointed. Tonight's episode has some great grimaces. Of course there is a shifty estate agent involved. and I do believe the murder weapon was some le creuset. Which if you want to get the job done, it will do it. It's just a shame that fine cookware should be sullied in that manner.
In less murdery news, Senor Onion's school had their Ofsted inspection a few weeks ago, and it was outstanding all around. If this school was in London, people would be humping the appropriate people, and joining the appropriate parishes to get into this school, and saying how much they love the Lord Jesus Christ, even though they think Richard Dawkins is an ace chap, and occasionally have been known to comment on Guardian articles. Thankfully it is out in the sticks, and the great unwashed get this quality education. How outstanding is the school? The ONLY thing they could come up with to critique was the following: teachers handwriting could be a little more neat when commenting on students work, so that it is a little more clear.
"This seven course meal was amazing but the napkins weren't as large as we would have liked."
As a treat for things coming up roses, the children get to go to a nearby soft-play place next week for a run-around.
Senor Onion also had his progress report. Smart as a whip, a total sponge for knowledge, and eager as heck. Pretty much he did two years of school in one year, and ended up being above where he is supposed to be. The only average score would have to do with his writing, but that seems about right for his age. Nanas and Grandmas are proud and likely bragging to anyone who will listen. Senor Onion pushes himself a lot harder than we would, so the thing he is now working on, is not beating himself up when he doesn't get it right the absolute first time. OMG CHILD, don't be a perfectionist sort, for that way lies madness. Stick with trying hard, and picking yourself up with maturity when things don't go as planned. (for those are more valuable life skills.) I do spend a lot of time saying, "it's okay if you don't get it right. This is how you learn. You don't have to be THE best." But in his head, he does.
I am not sure if I have a cold or allergies. I feel all right-ish but sweet Mary Mother of Maude, my face is leaking. Namely my nose. And I have this chest-cold bullshit. Right now things are in full bloom AND there are tractors everywhere that are cutting grass and hay. (MAKE ALL THE SILAGE!) Mostly I spend my time blowing my nose. I am talented.
In less murdery news, Senor Onion's school had their Ofsted inspection a few weeks ago, and it was outstanding all around. If this school was in London, people would be humping the appropriate people, and joining the appropriate parishes to get into this school, and saying how much they love the Lord Jesus Christ, even though they think Richard Dawkins is an ace chap, and occasionally have been known to comment on Guardian articles. Thankfully it is out in the sticks, and the great unwashed get this quality education. How outstanding is the school? The ONLY thing they could come up with to critique was the following: teachers handwriting could be a little more neat when commenting on students work, so that it is a little more clear.
"This seven course meal was amazing but the napkins weren't as large as we would have liked."
As a treat for things coming up roses, the children get to go to a nearby soft-play place next week for a run-around.
Senor Onion also had his progress report. Smart as a whip, a total sponge for knowledge, and eager as heck. Pretty much he did two years of school in one year, and ended up being above where he is supposed to be. The only average score would have to do with his writing, but that seems about right for his age. Nanas and Grandmas are proud and likely bragging to anyone who will listen. Senor Onion pushes himself a lot harder than we would, so the thing he is now working on, is not beating himself up when he doesn't get it right the absolute first time. OMG CHILD, don't be a perfectionist sort, for that way lies madness. Stick with trying hard, and picking yourself up with maturity when things don't go as planned. (for those are more valuable life skills.) I do spend a lot of time saying, "it's okay if you don't get it right. This is how you learn. You don't have to be THE best." But in his head, he does.
I am not sure if I have a cold or allergies. I feel all right-ish but sweet Mary Mother of Maude, my face is leaking. Namely my nose. And I have this chest-cold bullshit. Right now things are in full bloom AND there are tractors everywhere that are cutting grass and hay. (MAKE ALL THE SILAGE!) Mostly I spend my time blowing my nose. I am talented.
