Follow Diversion

Our nearest main road is being taken up.
OFSTED inspectors AND the Care Inspectors were at school (but where were the RE inspectors from the diocese?)
I still managed to get to my Lit class, sell ten greetings cards, and go climbing in Gloucester. I wasn't as rubbish at it as last week.
When I got home I cooked risotto. I heard a Steam train go up the valley in the dark.


Most inappropriate song to have stuck in one's head during an OFSTED inspection: I don't like Mondays, by the Boomtown Rats. (There is also a version by Ron Sexsmith. Fortunately, no shootings occured...)