The longest day

There is some irony in the fact that the longest job of the year - organising the new Y7s into their mixed ability tutor groups, whilst trying to match their  preferences - has been done on the longest day. Bailey has certainly not been overly enamoured by the amount of time I have sat at the dining table with a spreadsheet and a highlighter. Although, when I decided I needed a break and he needed a walk, he wasn't overly bothered and staged serval sit-ins just going around the block. Well, that was until he decided he did want a walk just as my bum hit the sofa this evening. At least it is done with and I haven't held the next stages up by running over into the week. And the ironing, hoovering and kitchen cleaning got done as well.