After the storms!
We seem to have come through the storm of Sunday night pretty much unscathed. Our location down slightly into the Camel Valley means that the predominately westerly winds were moderated as they blew over the top of us. Our Bull's House Cottage visitors were up early and reported a small tree had fallen down at the side of our lane. Maureen and I went down to investigate. It wasn't blocking access but needed to be moved to one side.
On returning to the house I called in on the guests to see what kind of a sleep they had had. I was a little concerned that the storm might have kept them awake all night. I needn't have worried. The female half of the couple said she only woke once and I think she felt a raging storm only added to the list of attractions of visiting Cornwall in March.
On the domestic front we went to our daughter Emily's parents evening last night. She is in Year 9 of Wadebridge school at the moment and is choosing her option subjects for the next two years leading up to GCSEs at the end of year 11. (I don't know when the numbering of the years changed but for those of you who haven't had children at school in the last 15?, 20? years the school years and exams in old money would read:- Year 9 = 3rd year, year 11 = 5th year and GSCEs = "O" levels).
We were chatting to Emily's relatively new Religious Education teacher (she is not actually called an RE teacher, not PC anymore, but I can't remember what the title should be) when the subject of our son Michael entered the conversation. The teacher was obviously stunned that the two children could be related. Emily is the model pupil - bright, attentive and enthusiastic. Michael - 2 years older in year 11 (5th year) is also, thankfully, bright but at the same time a typical 16 year old teenage lad. A bit of a clown, shows off in front of his class and, probably, ready to pick up on a new teacher's insecurities. Michael is not Miss Evans' favourite pupil. As we leave the school Emily tells us that one day in Michael's RE lesson Miss Evans asked the class to think of examples of suffering. Michael put up his hand and said "sensitive teeth"!
On returning to the house I called in on the guests to see what kind of a sleep they had had. I was a little concerned that the storm might have kept them awake all night. I needn't have worried. The female half of the couple said she only woke once and I think she felt a raging storm only added to the list of attractions of visiting Cornwall in March.
On the domestic front we went to our daughter Emily's parents evening last night. She is in Year 9 of Wadebridge school at the moment and is choosing her option subjects for the next two years leading up to GCSEs at the end of year 11. (I don't know when the numbering of the years changed but for those of you who haven't had children at school in the last 15?, 20? years the school years and exams in old money would read:- Year 9 = 3rd year, year 11 = 5th year and GSCEs = "O" levels).
We were chatting to Emily's relatively new Religious Education teacher (she is not actually called an RE teacher, not PC anymore, but I can't remember what the title should be) when the subject of our son Michael entered the conversation. The teacher was obviously stunned that the two children could be related. Emily is the model pupil - bright, attentive and enthusiastic. Michael - 2 years older in year 11 (5th year) is also, thankfully, bright but at the same time a typical 16 year old teenage lad. A bit of a clown, shows off in front of his class and, probably, ready to pick up on a new teacher's insecurities. Michael is not Miss Evans' favourite pupil. As we leave the school Emily tells us that one day in Michael's RE lesson Miss Evans asked the class to think of examples of suffering. Michael put up his hand and said "sensitive teeth"!
posted by Gary Newman | 16:18
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