The unpublished diary of a PTA mum/ The Story

Once upon a time , I started a blog...to avoid killing someone. Not this one, no. You can stay sitting overthere, I have moved to the country since, I'm ok now. In these dark times, the times of the first blog, I had just become a PTA Chair for a really nice state of the art primary school in a wealthy part of Greater London . The first meeting looked nice enough, great show up ( we had cakes), smiling faces. By Xmas, ball, fair, postcards and all, the dark side of the force was out lurking for me and I wanted to scream every morning and I was indeed every night, by Easter, Summer Fair count down has already started among various movies club, Race Night, teas, picnics, and I wanted to run away. And did not. I'm such a wuss.
Instead, I sent my own message in a bottle and poured my heart into sharp yet humoured, of course, posts. Lately, I exhumed from the depths of my computer a stack of unpublished posts and I will now reunite them under your sorry eyes. I am definitely not the other Skywalker but probably Adrian's Mole long lost twin sister.

Are you ready to ZUMBA?

...Si,Si! Thanks to the three very brave and very lovely ladies who went through the trial session this morning, this blog is from now on the official home for ZUMBA in Marlborough.

Classes will start in January in Marlborough and Ramsbury. Venues and schedules TBC.

The Nativity Play List

I have attended last Friday my eighth Nativity Play and as amazing as it can be it's far from being my last one...fortunately. I just love it. I love the singing, I love the story...how many stories can keep you interested when you know the end and you have heard it like 2010 times, I ask you...I love the mess, the noise of the younger siblings...yes even that.... I love the waving and the improvisations but mostly I love the endless imagination of British teachers all over the world in order to give a role to each and every kid of a class of 25 when the original story is about pretty much a young couple and a donkey.
Each 1st of december there is a very strange excitement when I dig in the bottom of the school bag for the slip of paper announcing the role my Nativity kid of the year would have landed, and requiring various items intended to shape the adequate costume.
So, so far my kids have, regardless of gender or size or age, played the role in a Nativity play of : Spiderman, a lion, a sheperd, a sheep, a driver, a sheperd, the mother of a sheperd, a narrator, a sheperd. No lobster so far but one can only hope....and a special tribute to the teachers this year as after all these sheperds in my pre-Xmas life, I only learnt this year that the best way to really keep the tea towel ( checked please) on the kid's head is to tie it with a pair of nylon tights. I know my fellow Nativity mums here will appreciate the tip.