At bedtime, my children do not go to sleep. They play in their rooms, they read, they draw pictures, they create masterpieces, musical theatre and inventions. They have also had scissors removed on numerous occassions. Josie is often being banned from scissors for cutting her clothes, but tonight Charlie has topped all records for the most outrageous use of scissors. He has cut his own hair and not just a tiny bit either, in places (including his fringe) he has managed to hack it off completely to the scalp. After I had tried my best to tidy it up, I cried. He has no hair left hardly and he had such long hair 2 weeks ago. I can bring myself to post a picture.
As we sat in our classroom inspired horseshoe, designed to encourage conversation, there was a slightly uneasy silence. Those of us who knew each other, stole furtive glances, others returned our smiles politely although they were not privy to the planning and discussion that had occurred in preparation for the evening. The time had slowed, 8pm seemed an age away. The silence was intermittently interspersed with brief attemps at small talk and the rants of a drunk outside on the city streets. The commanding presence of our WI advisor Dorothy, had the air of an experienced headmistress or well respected senior relative which in the event of such formalities made me feel foolish in my .....excitement. Some of us stifled giggles as advice was provided on the process, as we had already made the majority of our formal decisions but it was with noticeable nerves, that I raised my hand to the question of who wished to be President. So that's it, another new chapter has open
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