TGIF

Never thought I'd say that now I'm retired, but I really AM glad it's Friday today because it means Charles comes home - and I get some help with the little monsters!!
I've just glanced out of the window and can see the middle and high school kids making their way to the bus stop. (The children in Longframlington have to leave the village for school from being four years old. The first school children head north-east to Swarland, the middle school kids go west to Rothbury and the sophisticated (?) high school students go south to Morpeth.) Anyway it can't have been one of the first school children because their parents take them to the bus stop at about 8.30, but there was one smallish boy SKIPPING to the bus stop this morning! I'm guessing he's only in the first year at middle school and hasn't quite realised that it is SERIOUSLY UNCOOL to skip to school! What a shame! You just stay as uncool as you like for as long as you can, mate!
Talking about the school bus, reminds me of when James started school. The bus stop is perhaps twenty yards from our house, so was really handy on those mornings when we had a bit of a rush on. Anyway, he went on the bus from Day One. And he loved going on the bus on Day One. His little legs couldn't get him up the steps fast enough and all his friends from playgroup were there, so he was happy. He had a lovely first day at school and came home on the bus without a problem. Day Two was a different matter! 'I don't want to go. I went YESTERDAY!' he cried. And for the one and only time in his school career I had to cajole, drag, carry and forcibly sit him down on the bus, ignoring his screams...
...and then I came back home and sobbed my heart out!