An early morning Transpontine soaking. Cycling in the South London rain is no fun.
I think that the new roof just about held up. We thought that we detected a few damp patches the other week. Fingers crossed that this is just the old damp drying out.
It was pretty bad...
And then I was SW9 bound.
There's been a few tweaks here and there to the school structure.
Change is good.
Change is sad - especially when it involves friends.
My spirit was soon lifted with a Singing and Signing assembly. I confess to knowing the signs better than I know the words for most of the songs.
A morning of drama followed.
I knew that my 'O' Level Drama (B, natch) would could in handy some 28 years later.
I spent the afternoon with a spot of Year 11 circuit training, and then back with the Year 8's to watch them prepare a pasta bake.
I now know the culinary meaning of julienne.
I've been loving the Masters this week.
And yep - I did catch the 9-darter.