Sunday nights is when I think about the new week and do the planning and organising for all the things that are upcoming for the week ahead. Last Sunday night I was tallying up Alfie’s events and working out his schedule. I realised he had the Zone Athletics Carnival on Monday, his speech due on Tuesday, nothing special Wednesday, Book Week on Thursday and an excursion to the Botanical Gardens on Friday.
I’ve already told you all about the Zone Carnival. On Tuesday Alfie did his speech. The students were given a few topics to choose from and Alfie decided
to go with, ‘Striving to do your best’. He had been given weeks to prepare his speech, giving him ample time to do research, write it out and memorise it with just a few words printed on palm cards as prompts.
Speech urgency struck on the way home from the Athletics Carnival. He, or was it ‘we’, or possibly ‘I’, wrote it on Bear Grylls. Alfie had just finished reading Bear’s book, Mud, Sweat and Tears and loved it. He’s decided that when he grows up he’s going to be the next Bear Grylls. So ‘he’, or ‘we’ or ‘I’, thought it would be good to do a speech based on Bear’s life because he is obviously someone who always strives to do his best. Sorted. Except there wasn’t time to memorise it. ‘He’, or ‘we’ or ‘I’ had to print it out and cut it into little squares and paste them onto palm cards. I managed to get to school in time to have a few groveling words with the teacher about how despite all the effort, Alfie hadn’t managed to memorise his speech.
According to Alfie, it went well.
Wednesday was a normal day.
But Thursday! Thursday was book week. You had to come to school dressed as your favourite character from a book. You won’t be at all surprised to hear that Alfie wanted to go as Bear Grylls. He chose his costume which was some old and tattered clothes that looked like they’d gone the distance with hiking shoes and then he had a length of rope and a compass as props. I painted his face with Arabella’s very dark brown eye shadow so he looked like he was covered in mud. I told him he was a striking resemblance to Bear.
As we were leaving the house Alfie said to me, ‘Is it really Book Week today?’ And I said, ‘Well yes, there was an email about it’. And we took a few more steps and some doubts crept in and so I asked, ‘Were they talking about Book Week at school yesterday?’
‘I think so’, replied Alfie but he didn’t sound terribly confident. And then he said, ‘It would be really embarrassing to get to school and find out everyone else was in uniform’.
I started looking around. No one! Not another student in sight. That’s because we’re always running that little bit late and everyone else is already through the school gates. So we rounded the corner and there was the school and we could see everyone in lines and it seemed they were all dressed in navy – the colour of the school’s uniform. Alfie froze. He didn’t want to go in. ‘Let’s just go to the office and see what’s happening’, I said.
So the lovely ladies in the office advised that Book Week is next Thursday, not this Thursday and there was Alfie with his rope and his compass and his chocolate covered face.
It’s because a note didn’t come home. They sent an email and it became buried in my in-box. So I was working from memory. Not a good idea.
I took him home, cleaned him up, found his uniform and back to school we went. Only now we were so late he couldn’t enter the classroom without a ‘late note’ so we headed straight to the office for that piece of paper. We bumped into Mrs B, his teacher from last year. When she heard the story she couldn’t stop laughing and said, ‘I’m so glad nothing’s changed. I wouldn’t have expected anything else’. Typecast! And then the principal walked past and Mrs B said to her, ‘You have to hear this, Alfie came to school today dressed as Bear Grylls for book week’, and I really rather wished we could have kept this just between the three of us. But no, from the top-down, everyone at the local school has now heard about Alfie and Bear Grylls.
But we are super-organised for next Thursday. Alfie’s costume and props are on the end of his bed, waiting. And we’ve already had a trial run. Fortunate!
I’ve had a shocker of a week with all sorts of curve balls so there’s no recipe but I do have a few images of a rather (very) disappointing event Carl dragged me to. When will he learn to say ‘no’? As you can see, we were about the only people to turn up. It was to raise money for a charity.
I promise to post some photos of Book Week, after next Thursday!
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