tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post5152283937184033664..comments2023-10-17T12:05:26.540+01:00Comments on Razor-blade of Life: Z eats school dinnerZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-31624717055658376352012-07-11T22:49:10.316+01:002012-07-11T22:49:10.316+01:00They all have to wear seat belts nowadays, so no t...They all have to wear seat belts nowadays, so no three to a seat any more. And my school dinners were nasty too, I was the first person in the school to take sandwiches, which wasn't allowed at the time. They had to give in when half the school boycotted the lunches! Our school dinners here are very good, the meat comes from an excellent local butcher and everything is freshly prepared each day. I eat there (I usually pay for myself) at least once a fortnight, so I can vouch for its quality.<br /><br />Lawrence dreams of you throughout the meetings, darling. But yes, we're in it for the sake of our massive egos.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-33537382773220977612012-07-11T10:53:54.339+01:002012-07-11T10:53:54.339+01:00I must remember to ask Lawrence how his kick-backs...I must remember to ask Lawrence how his kick-backs and self-aggrandisment are going. He's also a governor for a local high school. His life is so empty that he really needs the tea and biscuits that the fortnightly Monday evening meetings bring. Not to mention the other times he's going to meetings and working with the kids.<br /><br />I think he just does it to avoid me.Roseshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07469442580348062913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-7782176803073572712012-07-11T10:35:29.040+01:002012-07-11T10:35:29.040+01:00That is a big school! The secondary school that I...That is a big school! The secondary school that I attended (Cowley's Academy for Thugs, Donington, Lincolnshire) only had just over 500 pupils while I was there.<br /><br />Among the many things I disliked about school was travelling on the school bus (3 to a seat - nice!) and eating school dinners. The second problem was solved by my taking sandwiches. <br />The bus that took kids from my village into Donington each day, also had to collect younger children from outlying areas and take them to the primary school in my home village. In order to achieve this with only one bus, the secondary school run was done first and therefore kids from my village arrived at school at 8.15 when lessons didn't start until 9 and the school rules stated that no one was allowed to be on site before 8.30. That was lovely on a winters day when you had already shivered at the bus stop to then have to stand in the playground for up to 45 minutes. This arrangement with the primary school also meant that my bus arrived much later than all the others because it took the little children home first, therefore kids from my village were the first to arrive in the morning and the last to leave in the afternoon. The joys of rural living!<br /><br />I bet your school is way better organised than that.Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10600329429654831610noreply@blogger.com