I was emailed a couple of weeks ago asking if I'd be interviewed for an article for TES on this. Well I mentioned it to Jo, who was quick off the mark and got her interview done on Thursday. So I emailed the journalist to bring mine forward, had said to do it on Tuesday as the kids are at grandparents! But touch of green with envy meant I had to get mine done too!
4:30 pm on the dot the phone rang, the house was strangly quiet (so different from what it is now - Katy has just kicked Fred over an argument about library books - that's another post!)
He asked lots of questions and I'm sure somewhere I've embarrassed myself - everytime I mentioned a job move, or change it was related to the dropping of a sprog! He kept laughing, so I think I said something interesting or just sounded mad!
Then he said would you consider going back, which is when I started laughing and had to confess I'd gone for a job as transition teacher - then we got onto discussing transition and I was off on one!
49 minutes we talked for! Must be a record! So I post on TES to se if Ronan's managed to talk for that long on one of his TES interviews, and Tafkam says he wants to be interviwed as he could upset both primary and secondary teachers in one fell swoop!
Naughty Tafkam - yes I did email him the TES journalists contact details! ;)
Saturday 21 April 2007
I nearly attacked the postman!
I saw him waddling down the drive, yawning, and clutching a large white package. It's my book I shout to the kids. It is I know it is I yell.
I expect a knock at the door, from what I could see of it, it was quite a big package then I heard it. His moans and groans as he tries to stuff it through the letter-box. I jump up. I run and open the front door, screams of "what do you think you are doing?" "That's my book, I'm in that book, a whole chapter! Be careful with that book!"
He looks at me blankly.
"Will you try and help me get this out of my letterbox? You've jammed it in! Why didn't you just knock the door? Do you know how important this book is?"
He removed it and handed it over.
Then just stood there.
You don't think he was waiting for me to show him the book do you?
I expect a knock at the door, from what I could see of it, it was quite a big package then I heard it. His moans and groans as he tries to stuff it through the letter-box. I jump up. I run and open the front door, screams of "what do you think you are doing?" "That's my book, I'm in that book, a whole chapter! Be careful with that book!"
He looks at me blankly.
"Will you try and help me get this out of my letterbox? You've jammed it in! Why didn't you just knock the door? Do you know how important this book is?"
He removed it and handed it over.
Then just stood there.
You don't think he was waiting for me to show him the book do you?
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