Hello to all that (on first days at school)

This is it. Don't get scared now. I was going to write about sending H off to school as though it were an ending. In lots of ways, it is to me. Our longest, toughest (? maybe?) shift together is done. No more nappies, night feeds, rhyme times at the library. No more chopping grapes in half … Continue reading Hello to all that (on first days at school)

School jumpers

He loves it. He came out on his first morning, beaming. 'How did you do?' I asked. 'QUITE WEEEELL!' he shouted back, arms in a victory V. I see we are raising a classic British child, who uses 'not bad' to mean 'really good' and 'quite well' to mean 'verily, mother, I have had the … Continue reading School jumpers

This School-Mum-in-Training needs an instruction manual and some Valium

I had a huge panic attack today, when I kept seeing 'First day of school!' updates on Twitter. Does not compute, my brain said, as I looked over and over again at the date on my computer screen. it's still August no wait is it September after all have I missed the start of September … Continue reading This School-Mum-in-Training needs an instruction manual and some Valium

The Sweaty Smell of Success

I miss academia most often in September. There’s something about all the irresistibly tempting Back to School stands in Tesco that makes me wish I were starting a new term of something – something that gives me an excuse to spend lots of money in bookshops, and write essays, and expand my soggy brain with … Continue reading The Sweaty Smell of Success