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Date: 01 January 1970 00:59:59
Breakthrough with my child - tears, talking, love and cuddles. Will things get worse before they get better? Probably, but at least we're on the right track.
Breakthrough with a child at school too. Trying hard to keep on task, thinking, learning. Pretty good all told.
Breakthrough with a parent too, apparently, though not one of mine - but I had to laugh. The parent has taken the child away and, instead of backing him regardless, has declared that there's a need to teach the child some self discipline: "He just doesn't seem to grasp the brevity of the situation"
Breakthrough in the house - the kitchen is still clean and nearly tidy, as are the bathroom, loo and hall. I have begun to make progress with the bedroom too. It got fractionally worse, however, as I discovered amongst all the moving and organising, I have mislaid some important photographs which I needed urgently last night, so the boxes all had to be emptied out on the bed. (and the bloomin' photos weren't there - I still have them to find)
At school we're hot on the trail of a boy who piddles on the floor. We have our suspicions, so the plan now is that when he goes out of lessons to the cloakrooms, a cryptic message is sent to the office in advance of him and they check the cloakroom before and after. One smart alec in the staffroom reckoned the message ought to be "You're in trouble" (say it fast).
Took Dad to the hospital last night. The skin cancers are getting worse and he now needs a skin graft on his nose fairly urgently. Hope it isn't during the WightMeet. His memory is getting bad too, or possibly the fact that he doesn't listen attentively any more, but it was hard yesterday when he sadly said "I hear Smudgelet is being baptised at the end of the month". I had told him several times, and had discussions with him about the Shipmeet too, but he is convinced I haven't told him, and somehow I feel guilty for it. Ho hum, the trials of having an aging parent. I wish I could put it right.
Ah, the bell has gone. I suppose I had better round up the register and go and face the foe. I have my Year Seven English group this afternoon and we're writing descriptions. Could be fun on a Friday afternoon when it's hot and stuffy in the caravan and everyone wants to be out in the sun - me included.
Roll on three o'clock :-)