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I thought this would be a relaxing day, with some visitors at 4.
Turned out to be another of those hectic days. I can't believe there are women working on a schedule.
After getting 5 kids out to school, pampering the one that is ill, I started tidying the living room, vacuuming, etc.
I started... and restarted and restarted....
Seemed I missed the sigh "Phone-day".
Got a phone of the father of the kids.
School had phoned. He made an appointment for wednesday.
We were invited for tomorrow, but he had an appointment.
Ofcourse I wanted to know what this was all about.
"Don't know, he didn't want to say that over the phone".
Men!!!
So I mailed that as he (headmaster) isn't a doctor and as i don't assume we're talking about a terminal disease, I wanted to know what it was all about.
Got no answer, so I was ready to go, checked the mail for the last time and there was the reply:
"It's about a story about the girls......"
I love stories, but something said I won't like this one.
So I'm in the dark, and as I'm a curious person, I'm going over all the possibilities...
I know, I know, I just have to wait!
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Djenne came home from school all in tears.
We sat down.
This week her own teacher is ill at home and some fill in teacher is creating a lot of turmoil in the class by not allowing all sorts of things that are allowed, creating strange situations that upset the children etc.
(There should be a rating for fill-ins....)
Her group goes through many changes. Their own teacher is ill, and one fill-in follows after another.
Well, there's enough to talk about with the headteacher.
