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| Get off my sweetcorn! |
As this is our gardening blog I need to start this with a topical gardening paragraph: don't my sweetcorn look lovely?
Anyhow, Declan the Ofsted Inspector is an incredibly nice and helpful guy; and 'No' he didn't say we were brilliant and that "everything is great" and "keep up the excellent work". He went through everything in minute detail during a six and a half hour marathon where he didn't stop for a break.all day.
He left us to go to see Roy Orbison, well not the actual Roy Orbison but an impersonator, and gave us homework to do. Sharon's has to be in by Wednesday, mine in by a bit later and I don't think he will wear 'the dog eating it'.
So, how do you impress an Ofsted Inspector, well here's a few don'ts:
Don't turn up half an hour late at 9.30 when he was there at 9.00.
Don't ask the neighbouring engineering company if you can borrow an angle grinder; extension lead and a length of stout wire because your keys are at home.
Make sure that 'Rich is a King and Ray is a Queen' is wiped off the whiteboard, although some frantic rubbing removed most of it before he had a look round.
Make sure that when the guys say yeah we've put that document in there for you that they really have and haven't cleared off to Blakeney and Cambodia sniggering!
Anyway it wasn't the harrowing experience we expected. Thank you Declan.
We went to the Brandon House for a meal tonight just Nanny Southwellski and I. Coco babysat Little Nanny Mero for us and Little Nanny Mero was asleep when we got home. The food was quite good, the setting an bit too minimalist for me, and the staff unhappy - but it didn't spoil anything for us, we were just happy not to be cooking.
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| Plenty of room for another tunnel |
And what about earwigs? Are they really good parents? Would Percy and Parsnip have turned out any different if we had been earwigs?
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| If you go out on the deck tonight you're sure of a big surprise |
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