….  Starting Big School

So the day has arrived. Big school. We’ve done all the homework we can.  Like any responsible parent, we’re bought the uniform, including a blazer so huge it would swamp an upper-medium sized gorilla in the hope that he’ll grow into it before he wears it out.  On a boy so small his tie isContinue reading “….  Starting Big School”

… Beekeeping for the Under-Sevens.

I keep bees. That’s probably all the back story you need for this. I keep bees, and I have children. I have 60,000 bees and two children.  In that order. The opposite way round would represent a failure of both contraception and toast : topping ratio planning. People who know me wonder if I shouldContinue reading “… Beekeeping for the Under-Sevens.”

…The Last Day of School: A story of built-in osbsolescence.

Seven years ago I dropped my daughter off at primary school for her first day. This week I make the same trip for the final time. And manage very poorly. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.