A dentist appointment* and a blood donation session in the days when Ofsted visited has become my metaphor for the experience.
So, yesterday I, with other governors, had the Interview, and I've been in this afternoon to hear the verdict - which I am not at liberty to tell you, at present, so please don't ask or speculate, because it really is confidential for the next few days.
And today, to take my mind off things, I helped clear by the hedge on the front field. The brambles have built up badly for several years and, now that the partridges and pheasants have nested, it seemed a good time to get rid of them and let light and air through to the mostly hawthorn hedge. In the afternoon, they moved on to the other hedge, along by the road (although still the field side, the road side is kept tidy).
An oak that the Sage planted as a small sapling some years ago is doing well, and a self-seeded oak, only about three feet high, is down in the corner near the road end, but far enough away from the wall, the hedge and the road that it is never going to be in the way, so we will protect it from the animals and leave it to grow.
*No teeth were drawn or even filled, it was just a check-up - I couldn't have given blood if I'd had work done of course.