It's been a bonkers week.
If you read my Twitter feed, you'll know that on Monday afternoon the school where I'm based for my final placement received the dreaded call from Ofsted and we spent until late on Monday evening running around like calm but headless chickens tweaking plans and making the classrooms look like highly 'effective learning environments'.
Ofsted came and went and on Wednesday at 4pm we breathed a sigh of relief. Thursday was spent having a bit of a treat day, giving the children a 'cinema afternoon' with The Lion King and popcorn as a thank you for being so switched on over the two days (although probably more importantly it gave us teachers an opportunity to flop for the afternoon).
On Wednesday evening I felt I was getting a sore throat and by Thursday night I had the start of a proper cold. My voice lasted until 7.50pm on Friday night and I've spent the rest of the weekend sniffling around.
I did venture out yesterday to pick up a parcel from the Post Office (enamel mugs for our Campervan trip!), then I popped in to the butchers before heading to the Craft And Art Fair that was being held at my church. The church looked beautiful, decked in flowers and bunting and with a lovely selection of lunches and afternoon teas. The variety of home-crafted goods that were for sale were amazing. The only condition for having a stall was that you had to be local and I was surprised to find out how many talented people there are on my doorstep.
I bought a gorgeous owl cushion and a whimsical brooch (must share when/if I get my camera back), some very interesting air-drying play-dough and tried my first cake pop (yummy!). There were so many things I wanted to buy that Mr P and I had to do a 'walk' of the stalls first and then go back to buy the things that really appealed.
Then it was back home to watch the final Doctor Who (Saturday nights won't be the same for a while) and tolerate Eurovision. By then I was so exhausted that I slept through the final bit - probably a good thing as it wasn't that impressive this year.
Now it is Sunday afternoon and I'm sat in the garden with a mug of tea and typing this, while Mr P plants some climbing hydrangeas that we bought at a garden centre last weekend and have only just found the time to put them in the beds. I feel guilty not to be helping but I'm poorly, after all! ;0)
It's been a very long week and no doubt this week will be another busy one. I'm looking forward to half term coming up but now that this week will involve making sure I have everything I need for planning for the final 5 weeks of my placement.
Then it is all over. Just 7 weeks and 2 days to go - phew! How many sleeps is that?
(Sorry for the dullest blog post ever. It's full of dull details and so boring without any pictures but I just needed to write something in here this week!) x