I spent all day at the school, and sat reading for half an hour while munching toast and Marmite on my return home. Gosh. How do people manage doing it full-time? Though I suppose I did for thirteen years. I was young then, of course.
Anyway, I was accosted by one of the staff, who wants me to be a Dragon. I agreed, of course, though secretly a bit daunted. I'll rise to the occasion though, I'm sure. The Business and Enterprise (or whatever, I can never remember the names of everything) group are putting together business plans as a project. Our business manager will also be on the panel. Should be fun.
In music this morning, one of the four groups didn't have anyone willing to sing - which meant that it wasn't going as well as it might. So I became their vocalist. I know, it was absurd. Singing I Predict A Riot accompanied by five teenagers young enough to be my granddaughters. Still, I took the view that I can't expect them to overcome inhibitions unless I'm going to do it too.
I didn't know until recently that the popular shortening of Juliet is now Jelly. There are two in one year at the high school. I rather like it, I must say. In this afternoon's class, there's a Z and a Weeza, which is a first - though she prefers Ellie, inexplicably. I think Weeza (her actual name, that is) is lovely and she likes it too, although I do sometimes call her Ella, or Weeza of course. Although Dilly, Dora and Phil are noms de blog, my own three children are called by short versions of their actual names here.
That reminds me, what is blog in other languages? Or is it a weblog in every country?