Monday 25th

Well, Isabelle was half an hour late today but she is ill at the moment and looked really miserable, so I decided not to hassle her. She hadn't done her homework either, which is unusual for her. So we spent the next three hours trying to learn the 9 times table, which she was supposed to do at home. I told her she couldn't leave until she knew it off by heart, so we just sat and learned it together. And yes, by together, I mean that I learnt it too. Maths was never my strong point. Or it was until one day in year 5 when a game of fizz buzz went disastrously wrong and Miss Roberts managed to destroy my mathematical confidence and ability in all of five minutes flat. Thank you very much.