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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 10:05 pm
by englishangel
My daughter left school (prior to A Levels) today.
I got this sweet text.
With pranks played and water balloons thrown
The Amersham School now carries an aura
Of sadness and reflectiveness.
No prizes for guessing she is doing English for A Level.
Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 8:25 am
by englishangel
prompted by Caroline on the 'national anthem' thread.
Although the disappearance of Maddy has upset me I had not actually cried until last night on TV I saw her mother meeting the Pope. If ever a woman was living her worst nightmare it was her.
Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 12:14 pm
by blondie95
My last chapel made me cry and my Dad has not gone to a leavers service since mine in 2002 and wont until his when he leaves in 2 years! Even now the thought of it makes me cry
Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 5:46 pm
by Great Plum
Does he retire in 2 years then Amy?
Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 4:17 pm
by blondie95
most certainly does, well he has two academic years left!
Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 4:18 pm
by blondie95
oh and by the way he will be 60 when he retires as the school up until recent law change stated that
Next Week -
Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 5:39 pm
by Angela Woodford
Next Thursday is my last day at my Pashley Manor garden placement. I am nerving myself not to cry when I say goodbye to the garden, the black swans, the chocolate labrador and her six puppies, Stilton the homeless cat who kips in the greenhouse, the admin staff - lovely ladies - and the gardeners, especially Keef the Head Gardener, who's taught me such a lot.
I'm prepared to feel a bit of a wrench - might get tearful at saying goodbye - so am going to try Caroline's Lemon Essential Oil on a hanky trick. So I shall be organised for those welling-up moments .
Love, Munch
Re: Next Week -
Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 3:39 am
by icomefromalanddownunder
Angela Woodford wrote:Next Thursday is my last day at my Pashley Manor garden placement.
Oh Munch, I didn't realise that this was a short placement. I'm sure that something else, just as rewarding and in just as beautiful a garden, will present itself.
I am nerving myself not to cry when I say goodbye to the garden, the black swans, the chocolate labrador and her six puppies, Stilton the homeless cat who kips in the greenhouse, the admin staff - lovely ladies - and the gardeners, especially Keef the Head Gardener, who's taught me such a lot.
I sometimes wonder what Cook and Banks thought when they first saw black swans 
I used to work at the Adelaide Uni campus which borders the River Torrens, and spent many happy lunch hours sitting on the banks watching the progress of the swans from nest building to leading their flottilas (e?) of ugly ducklings up and down the river. Sadly, day by day the numbers would decrease - foxes or Council Controls? - I didn't work too hard to find out.
I'm prepared to feel a bit of a wrench - might get tearful at saying goodbye - so am going to try Caroline's Lemon Essential Oil on a hanky trick. So I shall be organised for those welling-up moments .
Always works a treat for me - but, please, do be very careful not to get into your eyes. Two separate hankies/tissues required, never to be confused with each other 
Love, Munch