London is baking and we are all melting. I am loving it so am not complaining. My kids aren’t even complaining and they are still in school! But I need to complain a little bit about THAT. WHY are they still in school? Ah yes, the term thing again (Terminal Leave).
But now the Department of Education is going to allow local schools the authority to choose their own term dates… Imagine letting ME have a crack at that… Halloween, St. Patrick’s Day, Independence Day…the list would be endless! So, there is a lot of debate going on because it could get quite messy if no central office is co-ordinating a central calendar… right? I guess. In fact, I just received this survey from NetMums.
I haven’t filled it out yet because I had to read the first Question three times and I’m still undecided given the choices. Ah, I see OTHER…how about…NONE OF THE ABOVE! If you didn’t click on the survey link above, here is Question 1:
|0 Make the summer break shorter and the Christmas break longer0 Make the summer break shorter and the Easter break longer
0 Split the weeks more evenly throughout the year
0 Reduce the total number of weeks holiday that children have throughout the year below the current 13
0 No change, it’s fine as it is
Hmmm…am I the only one that thinks the kids are in school TOO LONG during the SUMMER? This is what I would tick…but I’m just say’n…
0 Make the summer break LONGER and Easter break SHORTER
I mean really… not only are my kids still in school AFTER 4th of July celebrations, but now there is a flurry of activity involving THE PARENTS...Sports Days, Class Picnics, Parent Drinks and more that I’m sure I have forgotten…during JULY! But I’m not complaining… really… because the sun is shining.
And it shines ALL day, which is tiring…for the kids of course. They wake at sunrise (at 5:06 a.m.) as yellow rays stream through their blinds as if their sweaty fitful dreams have conjured up Ben 10’s Ultimate Big Chill’s ice flames. Okay, maybe I’ve watched too many Ben 10s these evenings in front of the fan but c’mon. It’s too hot to be anywhere but the beach. Like everyone else is already. On holiday.
Our ‘holiday’ starts next week. That is vacation for the US. Here in the UK we say holiday when we Yanks mean vacation. I probably should have clarified that earlier while debating how many weeks of ‘holiday’ are on flexible offer now. So we ‘holiday’ during the ‘holidays’. Got it? Just 13 weeks out of life, it would be…it would be so nice. Okay Madonna…let love shine afterall.
Speaking of Madonna, last night I went to a BBQ at Chic Couple’s flat (apartment), where 80s music was having a revival…again. It was even a REAL BBQ as opposed to the first BBQ I went to in London when I first moved here, and it was all take away sandwiches and fruit platters from M&S (Marks and Spencer). Delicious? YES… but A BBQ?… NO! Chic Couple, on the other hand, have a REAL BBQ and also have the loveliest ‘drinks parties’ and a Halloween night that would give Greenwich Village a run for its money, but I digress.
I was really looking forward to Chic Couple’s BBQ after a day of year end school events as I was desperate for some adult conversation …and I was starving!!! I planned to EAT and chat, chat and EAT. Dinner was served and it was heavenly sitting in their ground floor garden (backyard), on a beautiful evening. French friend decided she could no longer sit still so she got up to dance. I think French likes 80s music more than Madonna as nobody else got up to dance but she carried on non plussed, and continued to Get into the Groove.
After dinner, dessert was served. The Chics are not English, but they have lived here as long as I have. And they LOVE food as much as they love 80s music. They served a traditional English dessert made of strawberries, meringue and cream…and A LOT of it…Eton Mess. Or ETON DISASTER by the size of this one. Big 80s, Big Mess.
Apparently the dessert’s name is derived from Eton College’s annual cricket game against Harrow. Eton College is one of those schools that a lot of prep school kids around here talk about. It was founded in 1440 and is an independent boarding school for boys aged 13 to 18.
Right now, all of those boys are NOT in school. They probably don’t care how many weeks of holiday their headmasters decide upon next year. They are probably sitting on the beach…maybe even eating strawberries. Wait until September. Wait until the sun stops shining and the rain comes back. Wait until the calendar and term times change. Ugh. What a mess.
MiP (Made in Provence), Premium Rosé,
Domaine Sainte Lucie Cotes de Provence
(even though I prefer the normal MiP)
4 LARGE glasses
Drink in the sun while BBqing with friends
preferably on the 21st of September while dancing to Earth Wind and Fire (or some other disco tune on the cusp of the 80s) to forget that summer is almost over already
‘Ba de ya, never was a cloudy day’