I don't even like gravy.
I learned something the other day. The BBC London News reader lady is called Riz Lateef, not Rizla Teeth, which is what I've always thought her name was. I learned this from an extremely amused husband. *stabs*
We are going to go to Venice soon too. I have a dear friend from university who is living there at the moment - he is an ac-tor dahling and is in a show about Venice (or something, it sounds a bit pony to me) so we are going out there to have an interesting few days. Simon has never been, and I love going there. It's so glamourous on the surface, but it's all falling apart and smells funny. A bit like [enter celebrity of choice here] really. We're going to go in half term, if Simon can take the time off.
He didn't get his new job :( The woman in charge wanted some one a bit more authoritarian (ie older), and Simon's friendly, lovely manner didn't suit her. I, of course, think she's mad. On the positive side, the people at RM in Oxford have offered him a job any time if he fancies it, and will let him know if there's anything going nearer to us. In a way, I'm a bit relieved - I don't think I could cope with a new job, a new house and a new baby all at the same time.
Gosh. On the telly at the moment is a bloke talking about using the river as a way of transporting stuff around. All these green-ness is bringing back all sorts of traditional crafts and ways of life. How lovely. *knits all baby's clothes*
School was good. Two of my colleagues came in to observe four of my EAL children today. They commented on the fact that my children were mostly on task, and that it was difficult to tell if they weren't able to understand because their English is poor or because they aren't actually listening to me. I suspect a little from column A and a little from column B in some cases and mostly column B in Parham's case. Seriously, when the boy adds one to 5 ON HIS FINGERS and gets 10, there's something wrong. Little sod. They were very impressed by me and my professional manner too.
I've had two new children this week, a boy and a girl. The boy is GORGEOUS, really smiley and kind and interested in everything and probably quite bright. His mum is a bit worried about him, because he struggles with reading and writing, but I'm not at the moment. I'm going to assess him this week, but I'm letting him settle in gradually - it's quite a big jump for a little boy - they don't take well to change, but this one seems very happy with my little ones.
The little girl has never been to school before. She hasn't been to Nursery or Reception or anything at all. Understandably, she can do NOTHING. Nothing at all. She can't even roll on the ground in a controlled manner ffs. And of course, she's barely socialised. How wonderful. She's not even a recent arrival to the UK - she was born here and only speaks English (which is something at least), but her parents wanted her to go to the "best" school in Ealing, but they aren't in the catchment area, so I assume that the LEA has just told her that she is coming to our school. Lucky, lucky me. She's not eating either, because she doesn't like the smell in the hall at lunchtime, and she is really rude to me, and keeps on bloody talking on the carpet. I know I should be more sympathetic towards her, but she annoys me a bit, because she is just a spoilt brat. Ho hum.
I've totally frogged that stupid DPN using raglan thing. *mutters* But I'm making the same thing with a very different and much, much simpler pattern made by me. So it's going to be finished quite soon - it's keeping the offsetted-ness of the original and the lovely mistake ribs, but it's not done in one piece and it involves sewing and no horrible DPN. I really don't like them at all. No socks. Never.
I don't know what else to say. Today has been unmemorable.