quizzing
The phrase damp squib comes to mind at the first khonde sale we tried. It was an odd mix of depressing and cathartic to put out so much stuff, only to have most of it rejected by the small number of people who turned up. But undeterred we will try again and sell what we can. We predict it most likely we will give it all away. And then I applied for a job. I didn't get shortlisted and felt sad. But there we go! The evening was a poker night at ours, I was by this point utterly shattered. I played very badly, terrible cards didn't help but I just couldn't get into the flow, so I bowed out and headed to bed. My work week was the usual mix of meetings, a bit of teaching and report writing. Some hard conversations and the outcome of that to yet be felt fully I think. I did 2 assemblies, talked about legacy and linked it to being kind. I wanted some staff to hear it more than the students. We had a good strategic planning day as SLT which now means I can being some mo...