So.
Half Term.
Two short words which, in the true spirit of four letter ones, evoke a diverse range of emotions… Continue reading “SS Half Term”
I love Carnival. I suspect that the word ‘Carnival’ has conjured up images of feather clad women shaking their booties to a heavy samba beat and that’s why you’re nodding in agreement. Actually, Somerset Carnival couldn’t be further from this. The Carnival I am actually talking about is a procession of decorated tractors in November, which, let’s be honest, isn’t that conducive to feather bikinis.
Every school in the world has a fair of some description, whether that’s a Summer Fayre, a Christmas Bazaar or an Easter Egg-stravaganza. At some stage in the school calendar there is a get together, a chance for a bit of fundraising, a bit of socialising, a bit of teamwork and an opportunity for the members of the parents association to show their mettle. The International School of Zug and Luzern doesn’t so much have a fair as a summer spectacular, this is International Day.
“So. No means yes then, right?”
“No, J. No ALWAYS means no.”
I can’t remember what we were discussing, and to be honest it’s not really that important, but is there ever an unequivocal, black and white, straight down the line, with no explanation, no? Does anyone ever get a simple no. Try it. Did you say ‘no’ and there followed an uncomfortable silence as the other person waited for you to give a reason for your response? Did you start gabbling away to fill the void and thereby explain your no? Hmmm. Thought so.
Life of Ryrie 