Skeletons, Sea mist and Spacetoads
Slightly infuriating morning trying to get on with preparing to go into Downs School. Running out of paper and ink, and technology not cooperating.
Running late I jumped into a cab and soon found myself making a cup of tea for myself in the staff room, before being marched down into one of the classes. A quick chat with their teacher Mrs Kennedy, and children ran into the room, taking some time to settle. Sudden surge of panic, but after a slightly clunky beginning I read a couple of chunks of the story to the kids, and talked about being a writer and fielded lots of questions and began to relax into it. Managed to get to the end of the session, and I think it went fairly well. Using Mum's pictures was a massive help. Then up and repeating the experience to another class. Conversation took a different route here and I read out slightly different sections, and this was not so successful, but still okay.
Then I was shown out of the class and ambled out of the school feeling somewhat dazed and drained, and my admiration for teachers increased. I felt under prepared, and was more of a walking show and tell. I think I could have been a lot better, but as it was my first go it wasn't too bad.
Lurched home feeling much relieved and unburdening myself to Lorraine. In the evening had a long chat with Paul Francis (aka Dr Spacetoad) in Paris. He is seeing two women tomorrow: a clairvoyant and a karmic astrologer. The clairvoyant has news for him apparently, but the karmic astrologer keeps interrupting her when she tries to tell him. So it goes.
I took myself for a walk at dusk today down by the sea. Sea mist rolling in, making everything look gorgeous. Some snaps below.
Slightly infuriating morning trying to get on with preparing to go into Downs School. Running out of paper and ink, and technology not cooperating.
Running late I jumped into a cab and soon found myself making a cup of tea for myself in the staff room, before being marched down into one of the classes. A quick chat with their teacher Mrs Kennedy, and children ran into the room, taking some time to settle. Sudden surge of panic, but after a slightly clunky beginning I read a couple of chunks of the story to the kids, and talked about being a writer and fielded lots of questions and began to relax into it. Managed to get to the end of the session, and I think it went fairly well. Using Mum's pictures was a massive help. Then up and repeating the experience to another class. Conversation took a different route here and I read out slightly different sections, and this was not so successful, but still okay.
Then I was shown out of the class and ambled out of the school feeling somewhat dazed and drained, and my admiration for teachers increased. I felt under prepared, and was more of a walking show and tell. I think I could have been a lot better, but as it was my first go it wasn't too bad.
Lurched home feeling much relieved and unburdening myself to Lorraine. In the evening had a long chat with Paul Francis (aka Dr Spacetoad) in Paris. He is seeing two women tomorrow: a clairvoyant and a karmic astrologer. The clairvoyant has news for him apparently, but the karmic astrologer keeps interrupting her when she tries to tell him. So it goes.
I took myself for a walk at dusk today down by the sea. Sea mist rolling in, making everything look gorgeous. Some snaps below.
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