Late night so short poem today.

Work was frustrating – I was so tired for some reason that couldn’t get my head around anything properly – though did make some progress – specifically getting Crossworks to work!

Spent this evening looking through Alexander’s nursery notes as they have requested some feedback to put together a pack to pass onto his school.  It’s bringing tear of pride to my eye 🙂 There some lovely photo’s of him with his friends and doing different activities with smiles or looks of intense concentration.

The overall picture we get matches what we have at home, he loves playing, especially role play and constructing. Love stories but is less keen on writing and art. Doesn’t dislike them but at present at least he is much more a doer than a thinker – though a lot of planning and thought goes into the games he plays and the scenarios he dreams up. Will be interesting to see where he goes. I have said before he is a different child to what I was, has more of Rachel in him I think – and that will bode well for him.

Whilst doing this also watched a program on TV about the London buses at night. There was a guy driving through a rich part of London, looking on the houses that were forever out of his reach. How little progress we have made.