Showed Tiger my binoculars today.
He was immediately taken with them.
His especial pleasure was looking through them the wrong way in order to see everyone far away. Not surprising when I think about it.
I don't really need them at school, but as they were my birthday treat to myself I may as well pretend I can use them for something other than checking out David Tennant's (and next John Barrowman's) crotch.
Have started carrying a small bag with me at lunchtime. In it I have wet-wipes, tissues, a post-it pad (not my personalised one) and pen, binocs, whistle and lip balm (for me).
I won't clean up every child with dinner smeared over their face, but at least now I have the opportunity to give a wipe to a child in my class or in Tiger's group of friends. If you send them in to clean themself up it rarely works. Ditto snottty noses. They sort it in front of you or not at all.
Oh and the whistle is to get attention. The school provides some, but I couldn't be arsed to go through the requisition procedure - especially justifying why I might need it. The playing field is BIG. If I see a child entering the nature reserve (forbidden, but accessible via the bushes in one corner) I want them to stop NOW. Not when I've jogged over there. Ditto a child deciding to skin up the netball goalpost.
If I've brought the whole field to a halt (the whistle is the sign to line up) I will justify myself afterwards. But I'd rather be on the carpet for over-reacting than see a broken bone, or an eye injury.
So there.
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