The Peppercorn tree, that dominates the centre of the playground, is not ‘just a tree’. It’s an outdoor learning space (you’ll often see classes enjoying the shade while hard at work); it’s a meeting place (all KPS kids know that ‘under the tree’ refers to our beautiful Peppercorn); it’s play equipment (is there any greater joy for kids than conquering the branches of a big tree?); and it’s symbolic for the school, lending naming rights to both a writing competition and a biannual BBQ.
Alex St.Claire gives the lowdown on the upcoming Peppercorn BBQ, to be held on Friday, February 19th, from 5-7pm.
What is the Peppercorn BBQ? Continue reading
Were you like me, and fell asleep last Saturday night (*ahem* the wee hours of Sunday morning) wondering “What WAS the highest grossing film in the 90s….?”. And which tennis player was married to Jo Beth Taylor…? Actually, who even was Jo Beth Taylor…?”
It may have been the Livin’ la Vita Locum cocktails I enjoyed or the fact that I wasn’t paying attention in the nineties but I had lots of unanswered questions on Saturday night. Lots. So I got all the answers – and I’m sharing them so that you can stop asking yourself “Where was Milli Vanilli from? Continue reading
My major source of mothering guilt? Play dates. You know the drill – the 3.30 bell rings and your kid comes tearing across the playground with another child in tow, they pull up, breathless and excited and yours says “Can X come over for a play?” Cue guilt. Because my answer is inevitably no.
No because I have four kids who, on any given night, have to be taken in at least two different directions. Sometimes it’s eleventy billion directions all at the same time. Last time I checked, taxiing people around didn’t constitute a fun play date. Secondly, on the rare nights when every star in the universe aligns and I don’t have to take anyone anywhere, I want to lie on the couch in my trackies (as opposed to supervising activities that don’t involve screens… Just being honest). Continue reading
There was a time when I stood at my wardrobe choosing between a bodysuit and coloured jeans or a long floral dress with Doc Martens; when my Thursday night would be spent at Black Match or Silvers. A time when we all thought Kimberly was a complete nut-bag; when you were either Team Noel or Team Ben*. When Babe made me rethink my relationship with bacon. When people had Magic Eye artwork on their walls and everyone pretended they could see the picture**. When we couldn’t say “Isn’t it ironic?” without bursting into song***. When eleventy-million scrunchies weren’t enough. When pubs suddenly became ‘gastro-pubs’ and goats cheese was the height of sophistication.
You know the time I’m talking about. Yes, the glorious nineties. Continue reading
I love helping out at school swimming because it’s an opportunity for a solid half hour of chatting to other parents – it’s great to catch-up but as Alex St.Claire reveals, there are more ‘formal’ (and informal) social events for parents at KPS – and they’re all good fun.
There’s no doubting our passion for community at Kew Primary School. We even have our own brand for it – Kewmunity. Continue reading