Listening to my best of Pet Shop Boys cd – love it. I’m still without my mp3 player, which is irritating the hell out of me. What have I done with it? The worst thing is that I can remember putting it somewhere and thinking, “that’s a strange place to put that, I hope I don’t forget doing this…”
I’m in slight mourning as I have just found out that the gasp-worthy Horse is playing Brighton in December, on the night we have a big family meal arranged. So I can’t go. Boo-hoo, screamy tantrum, etc.
We’ve had (well, are still having) a manic day here. There have been two home ed groups (one with mad Halloween activity), two meetings for D, a visit to grandmothers (L), Woodcraft (L), a massive delivery of food to be put away - and other stuff. Oh, and it is now only a week until the builders start. So, I thought it was probably urgent to blog.
Dani’s afternoon meeting was with Hedline and some high ups at the council. This was pretty encouraging and it is to be hoped that they read the 30 page dossier we made that details horrendous experiences (of ten families) at the hands of various local authority employees. They seem to finally understand the need for proper consultation and a Trust-wide policy. Fingers crossed for us please. Trying to affect the workings of local government is rather like wading through treacle – thick treacle laden with assumptions…
Leo wrote a fab spooky story at the weekend, which he read out at MMs today. The wonderful A read out others too – and it was very spooky in the sports hall by pumpkin lantern light.
Here it is – it deserves a wider readership. As usual, all spelling and punctuation is as per the original. He wrote this alone in his room at his desk, just like a real home educated child should (wink, wink) spend every day.
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind blew a map from a window. The map slid down a well into the 4th dimension… The next evening there was an article about a boy missing and a dug up graveyard… Earlier that week a boy was on a trip with his family to a cottage beside a graveyard but when the car slid in the rain the boy fell out of the car window and fell into a deep watery well and drowned. The boy was never seen again. Forwards in time. About 20 years after the boy died there was a low rustling under the cottage (yes that very cottage.) Then in the graveyard a skeletal hand pushed itself up in front of the gravestone and then an arm. After about 20 minutes a sticky-old-gooey-decayed body of a boy was standing there. After two nights and six days there was an army of those bodys. They hid under that cottage and slid through a portal to hell. But we shall call it the 4th dimension. They were stealing living humans for their ranks and squads. They dug a network of tunnells all over the village. They built up their ranks and mustered them and they dug a long tunnel to the Greenwick graveyard 20 miles away. By January 23 thousand swarms hit a body. They had struck another plague pit. All the more bodies for them. But one body never came back from that dig. The body of the owner of that cottage. Sir Walter Hellcraft. He was the great grandfather of Paul Hellcraft. The boy who fell down the well.
I think this is a fab story. What I love is the way that Leo writes in an appropriate style for his theme, even if the plot is tricky at times.
Pearlie writes beautifully too. I feel the need to say this as, in case any of you are not aware, it is important to be utterly FAIR. This is a big theme in our house at the mo!