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  It’s dawn over Trelawnyd. The sky looks like one Turner would have painted with big clouds tinged with pink and blue. I’ve just taken Dorothy outside for a walk. Mary is like a teenager. She won’t wake for hours so refused to join in. I’m having a break from blogging for a while  I will be back in a bit, no doubt,  There’s no show without punch, as they say. But, just for now, it isn’t doing me any favours  Lockdown has chipped away at my reserve , towards this final push before normality,leaving me feel like a wall flower at a party I have little to say but plenty to moan about. Hey ho Write soon xx from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3uzWb7T

 Everyone in blogland seems to have gone seriously political or at least serious anyway. I just can’t get going at all in any shape and form. Yesterday I watched old dvds as it rained and rained  And only felt human after buying myself some Arctic Roll which I ate with cold custard from a massive serving spoon. Today the girls and I went for breakfast at the Horizon cafe on Colwyn Bay Prom where I cut my finger rather badly after the barista dropped a milk jug onto the counter . I hate fuss, but after I left a trail of blood worse than Tippi Hedren down that attic door so had to accept a botch first aid job from the proprietor with a roll of masking tape. That’s all that’s happened today from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3hcn3H0

The League for the Exchange of Commonwealth Teachers has, over the years, seen thousands of teachers from the British Commonwealth of Nations spending entire school years in each other's countries, effectively swapping jobs and living in each other's houses. The cross-cultural benefits have surely been enormous. Back in 1962, an exchange teacher came to my village primary school in the heart of The East Riding of Yorkshire. She had travelled all the way from New Zealand and her name was Miss Sanderson. She was quite tall with dark wavy hair and of course she spoke English in an unfamiliar manner. Her complexion was a little dark, suggesting that she might have  had some Maori blood in her. She brought a ukulele with her. Singing was one of her strengths. Every week she led an afternoon of singing in which she introduced us to new songs and patiently taught us how to sing them with the delightful accompaniment of her little guitar. It was always a very happy session for M...