I couldn’t find a decent quote today, all I could find was this sickly smarmy one —
To The School Bus Driver -“You are sometimes the first smiling adult a child sees each morning and the last before they get home. You always brave the weather to get our kids safely where they need to be, while being a shining example as you do it.” Said no child ever!
It’s back to school week for most children, and for me, it means back to a normal routine, which sometimes means cooking the odd meal for the ones next door and occasionally picking up from after school activities and administering care when sick.
Now and again, just occasionally, I feel a little nostalgic for the start of the school year and miss meeting up with my colleagues after the long summer break.
On Monday most schools held a staff training day, Son Joss took part in his, as did Victoria, the daughter next door, with classes at both schools starting on Tuesday.
For Max, Victoria’s eldest, Tuesday was the first day of the sixth form, he left home at the usual time of 07:30 AM to catch the 07:45 school bus, and, I may add, looking very dapper in his new sixth form suit. His younger sister Daisy, at the same school, joined the staggered start to the school day and her bus was due 10:00 AM.
After waiting for over twenty minutes at the top of the lane, Daisy and her friends heard that the 10:00 AM bus had arrived at 09:50.
Turning down my offer of a lift to school, they opted for a lift down to the village to catch another school bus at 10:30 AM. The bus had arrived early and was just pulling away as the girls ran towards it, they held out their arms asking the driver to stop, but at only yards from the bus stop the driver shrugged his shouders and sarcastically mouthed Sorry!
I was livid, surely a school bus driver has a duty of care toward these children, it’s his job, it’s what he’s paid to do, he should not have left three thirteen-year-old school girls, and two young boys stranded at a bus stop.
I took the girls to school, a mother collected the boys, and during her break, I rang my daughter, who followed up with a strong complaint to the bus company. Any excuses from the bus driver can be dismissed by my onboard dashcam evidence with records of times etc.
Some of you will remember little Evie, the youngest child of my daughter Sophie.
Who could forget this encounter two years ago with a miserable Santa who didn’t even ask her name or what she wanted for Christmas. Initially published by GC on the Main Aisle and re-blogged by me!
Now four years old, pre-school is over, and today, it was off to big school. Seen here proudly wearing her new school uniform and her new red school coat. Click to enlarge.
It can be a wrench for mums leaving their little ones at school for a whole day, but just look what the new mums were given. A bag containing a little note, tissues, KitKat, and a teabag. Only we English could believe that a cup of tea cures all!
Also beginning a new school year were two of my other granddaughters, my daughter Louisa’s girls, five-year-old Scarlett going into year one and three-year-old Lily-Jane into pre-school. Click to enlarge.
These young ones are growing up fast, it seems hardly a moment since each of them was born.
(C) SueW-nansfarm.net 2019 Word prompt Reading from Weekly Prompts
Clipart courtesy of Google- Quote by Teresa Kwant