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Monthly Archives: July 2014
School…feeling calmer
So I had my meeting with boyo’s teacher for next year this afternoon…and I feel calm and reassured. She has taken the information from reception, the information from the SENCO and random bits of info from the other yr1 teacher … Continue reading
Snippets…
I’m sure I have lots of posts to write…just not sure where they are in my head! So for today… * we are getting our adoptive families forum (http://cllrralphberry.wordpress.com/2014/07/17/launching-bradford-adoption-forum/) Need to say it again, thank you Councillor Ralph Berry. * … Continue reading
And so we continue…
As a follow up to by last post. I am still angry, I am not forgiving the person responsible. But I have had a conversation with the head teacher, and I feel supported by other staff in the school. Unlike … Continue reading
Moments of fury…
I received a text today it went along the lines ‘not something that I want to tell you, but there is a clearly recognisable photo of boyo in the foundation stage parents handbook’ That would be the handbook that went … Continue reading