It is as if Zeus himself has unleashed a thunderbolt upon us. I creak out of bed and realise that as well as the sun gloriously shining, today is (for now) the final day of lockdown home schooling. I say that with leaden caveat. Scottish parents have been informed for almost a year by ourContinue reading “Home School – Day Twenty-Four”
My day began with the postman bringing me a pipe. Not, unlike a surprising number of village residents (we discovered this during last year’s Thursday clap), of the bag variety; rather the traditional smoking version. During lockdown cigarette ingestion has swollen to unsustainable levels. In spring and summer 2020, add vats of gin, whisky andContinue reading “Home School – Day Twenty-Three”
The jungle drums have been beating since Scotland’s glorious leader granted a few of her subjects permission to attend school from next week. That mercifully includes Cerberus; Medusa will similarly be dispatched back to her nosebleedingly expensive nursery. Any fool who wiggles an eyebrow at barbaric parents who send their beloved tots into full timeContinue reading “Home School – Day Twenty-Two”
Historically in Micawber Manor we’ve relished the prospect of a school holiday. In peacetime it would mean a conscious thinning of the adults’ workload, with perhaps even the prospect of stuffing a train ticket into the children’s pockets, followed by a swift phone call to a distant aunt alerting them to the imminent arrival ofContinue reading “Home School – Day Twenty-One”
School is out as at the end of day for mid-term. Naturally that has limited meaning in our current predicament. Today we chunter through Cerberus’ last batch of realistic assignments and keep our eyes fixed on two prizes. One; the possibility of a return to a real classroom before February is out. Two; the possibilityContinue reading “Lockdown Home School – Day Twenty”
From recollection, some people in the pre-lockdown era voluntarily opted to home school their children. I always assumed they were imbeciles; the type of people who named the mites Sycamore or Rainbow and made their own latrine in the back garden. The experience of enforced domestic education has confirmed this. Only a complete fathead wouldContinue reading “Lockdown Home School – Day Nineteen”
The transition from professional jabberer to full time home educator has been one dotted with bear traps. Today I lead a concerted effort to play catch up on outstanding deadlines for Cerberus’ teacher Mrs E. Despite operating in the belief I know my way round the online learning portal, I was gravely mistaken. It turnedContinue reading “Lockdown Home School – Day Eighteen”
The wonder of home schooling knows no bounds. Today we’d an especially interesting lesson with an older class which taught the young ‘uns about melting ice caps. I take my hat off to David Attenborough, and commend myself internally for having introduced Cerberus and Medusa to his sonorous tones at an early age. Only theContinue reading “Lockdown Home School – Day Seventeen”
The start of a new home school week followed a weekend of emergency work calls and activity; hardly the recipe for a clear mind of a Monday. Nevertheless, this is the new normal. The only hotdesking is the spilt coffee over all the domestic paperwork, children’s schoolbooks, and the steaming laptop. Charging into what isContinue reading “Lockdown Home School – Day Sixteen”
In a normal school week I’m always hollering ‘oh my giddy aunt’ at the prospect of Friday. It’s a shorter day on campus which means the need to come up with a greater number of child-tiring activities. No such concerns flit through my mind now. Every day is thus. On acid. The conclusion of thisContinue reading “Lockdown Home School – Day Fifteen”
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