Sunday, 30 June 2019

Approx 10,000 photos.

That's how many I had on my phone - and thanks to  Mr 22, most of them are now on this laptop. Approx 9,050 are of Bluebell, the rest are of baking, SW meals I have made, Freddie, the purple flowers in my garden and utterly hilarious memes and pics screenshotted off the tinterweb. A few selfies too plus some old family photos too precious to delete.
I am a hoarder. Of things that can be touched and things now, that cannot!
Bluebell's 1st Birthday

Cake at the pub we went for tea in with Miss 25 and her beau. Huge portions!
See? Dog with cake and cake! Three more full weeks to get through at work. I am meeting myself coming back and my poor brain is too full it's overflowing and shutting down. I seriously don't know if it is getting madder every year or if I am just getting too old and slow to keep up! One thing I do know is how much schools are expected to do these days that in the olden days was the job of the parents! Anyway my job satisfaction meter is full to bursting too. The little one who me and my colleague have been working intensely with is finally having more successful days  than not, can read books meant for their age and has actually gone and passed the stupid waste of fecking space phonics test! Yee haaa - a great big two fingered salute to all who wrote this little cherub off  at 5 years old.  So I guess I will turn up tomorrow and see what's what.

I have so many unwritten blog posts it's ridiculous.
Another couple of pics then that's it.
The very funny card Tracey from My Beautiful life sent me. I love her.

Me and my Dad circa 1974
I wonder what I was laughing at?


Lots of love for now
Rachel*loves her job* Radiostar xxx



Sunday, 19 May 2019

2019 SATs

Well, every year at this time, on the blog somewhere will be something from me talking about how sould destroying it is having to sit and read Maths questions to children who should not even be doing these stupid tests let along Janet and Roger Middle of the roadsters.

Anyway they are also good for a chuckle. No childers were harmed in this story and my little charge was very happy with how they'd done on the day.  I'm having to paraphrase so you get the jist as I can't recall the exact words.  There was a picture of kittens...something like this.
image nicked from google



There was a statement that said. 
Here are a group of kittens, all with different masses 
 recorded here.
(Under each sillouhette was a weight eg 250g 375g etc in a random order.)

The first part of the question asked what is the difference between the kitten with the largest mass and the kitten with the smallest mass ( sic )

My cherub whispered to me, " I don't know what masses are, I don't know what it means."
I say, I can't tell you what it means, shall I read it again to you? An eager nod. The reality is I could read it forwards, backwards, in Spanish and in Latin and it would not have made it click. If I have cheated and said, it means how heavy they are, look, can you see the weights underneath? They are the masses. The poor sould would still not have understood. Anyway we went on. I re read the question stressing the words 'difference, largest and smallest - this is totally allowed under the readers for sats guidelines.

ahhhh said my charge. And correctly circled the kitten showing the smallest mass. In my head I'm thinking, bloody hell, they might just get this one. ) then circled another kitten with a bigger mass but not the largest mass ( which was 410g by the way )
So then we spend some time looking at what we have circled. I read the question again. The child looks at me and whispers - pointing at the first one they circled -







 Easy, this one has a shorter tail.


Bless!!! I then whispered back, I don't think there is enough room in the box to write all that, it's Maths, maybe they need a number. 


"Oh ok," they say nonchalently, and just write the number 10 in the box without a moment's thought! 

Anyway, its been a full on busy day. I've walked 2 miles to training, had the weekly dose of humiliation of how crap are you with your dog, then 2 miles home. Madam was too tired to eat her tea. I wasn't! It was a pork loin chop, chips and peas kinda tea here today. I'm on a course tomorrow all about the effects of ACEs on children's brains. It really is quite devastating statistics. ACEs is a bit of a buzzword really, nowt new as they've always been here, just that along with poor mental health, people are talking about them. They stand for Adverse Childhood Experiences. I will write more on these next time as my eyes are closing. 

Lots of love from 
Rachel * NOT Barbara Woodhouse* Radiostar xxx