It wasn't meant to be like this. The weather, I mean. When I retired at the beginning of June (hey, that's a whole month ago!) I relished the notion of a whole, blissful, sunny, summer ahead. The Diamond
Jubilee, Wimbledon, Olympics 2012 - to which Mr B would almost certainly add the European Footie, the Ryder Cup, the British Open Golf Championship and the battle for cricketing supremacy with South Africa.
With or without Mr B's sporting additions, there seemed such a lot to look forward to. I'd planned to cavort about all day, every day, in my shorts; to laze away sunny afternoons in a deckchair on the beach with
the newspapers and a good book; to take long rambles in the beautiful West Sussex countryside.
What I hadn't reckoned with was the unpredictability of the weather. Still, not
to lose heart, that's the spirit - hence the illustration for today's blog. And, surely, it can't rain ALL summer.......
I never looked forward to receiving my school reports as a child.
However today I eagerly await copies of my grand-children's "End of Year Reports" which their parents faithfully send me about this time each year. This week it was the Youngest Grand-daughter's, which Mr B and I read, with mounting pride.
First, however, we had to get our heads around the explanations contained in the accompanying "Year 7 Information Sheet". This was full of unfathomable jargon about Predicted Ends of Key Stages and Target Levels and Report Data. So much easier
to read the teachers' comments for the various subjects and it's the detail I love. How delightful to know from the Art Teacher, for example, that the Youngest Grand-daughter is "working well on her clay gargoyle." I'm predicting
a bright and sunny future for our lovely Elle whatever Key Stage she may be at - and whatever the weather!