An artist in the family

 I submitted the final assessment for my NPQH. And now 12 to 14 weeks until I find out if I passed. I'm going to do my best not to think about it. 


We had a really lovely passover meal on Monday with our little family and Edgar. BigA made a great meal and we talked through the prayers and the meaning of them. Despite the hard times it was good to be reminded how lucky we are and the joy that we can have together. That joy continued the next day with our evening at the Royal Academy of Art where one of A's pieces was on show. She and a lot of others had won out of thousands. Her art being one of the highly commended ones too. We then went for a really delicious Lebanese meal. 

The girls continued to study and do exams. It's been good to see them cope so well. That's it for then and next week they are back in school properly. 

The work week has flown by, my lessons went quite well, they getting used to me and me to them. Various meeting and plans and no sign of a new Head. It felt like a good week. 
BigA has been up a scaffold to fit in the windows we've ordered. It's making a real difference to see out! 
Little by little the house is feeling nicer, more ours. The garden still showing a nice range of colour and things looking like they are growing well. 

Went out with pals last night and this morning I'm up and off to Oxford with a bunch of ladies I know from when I worked at Southgate School. 

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