Today we did trip. It was good - the children were well behaved, everything was organised, everything was good.
Except.
The Deputy Head, who was going with us, hadn't thought about the route. My sense of direction is legendary, in that it is appalling, and so I hadn't thought about it.
And that's why, at 9.30ish, we were going past where Rich died. I cried. The children didn't notice - I was sitting at the front. On the way back I didn't cry - I knew it was coming, I stiffened my upper lip and manned up for it. On the way there, it was just such a shock. Such a heck of a shock.
Never mind, right? Move on right?
Wrong.
Not yet.
I did buy advent calendars today though. That was enjoyable!
I blogged to BG yesterday, but I haven't heard anything.
