I am not so much looking forward to the end of my employment in my current job as I am aware that it is all coming to an end. I announced it to one of my classes, the only one I started the year teaching that I have left, today and was touched how much of a difference it seemed to make to them. Bless 'em, as they are actually the ones that it's going to affect the least.
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beautiful. Looks like Tilly...
Oh dear, I appear to be writing stream of consciousness - which is neither edifying nor particularly interesting. I shall stop.
Father's Day went well this end, the Boy has turned the grand old age of three and is loving the presents that he got: interactive chuggington sets and a marble run. He is cock-a-hoop with the extra wooden railway bits that he got to choose at the toy shop using his birthday money and is generally a very happy little chap. He has also had a bit of a speech 'splosion, though I still have a hard time following what he's saying, and is very funny generally.
No... I don't know the point of this post either. Sorry.
I found these and Tilly is giggling at this.