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Holiday!

After what seems like a long time coming we have a week away - hooray! This couldn’t have come quickly enough. Abi’s last few days at Thorngrove have been overshadowed by the whole Freda thing, and I had got to the point where I just wanted term to end with no more incidents. As it turned out this was too much to ask for. On Monday, despite assurances that Freda would be chaperoned while in school she took it upon herself to wipe bird mess on Abi’s jumper at morning break before storming off shouting about how mean Abi is to her. Abi had concluded that it was pointless saying anything - after all, everything she had said hadn’t in her eyes resulted in any improvement - so waited until she got home to tell me. I got a call from her while on the train when she broke down in tears again. Poor thing, as she said, she just wanted her last few days at school not to be ruined.

This  time I kicked up a much bigger fuss and wrote to the Headmaster to complain. Not the first time but definitely more strongly worded. Long story short they asked Freda to stay away until the last day of term when she could come in to say goodbye given she would not be returning in September. All would have been ok had her Mum then not decided to go onto the Year 7 Parents FB group to rant about how the school had failed her and it was her daughter being bullied not the other way round. Not helpful. It took 3 days before one of the other Mums decided to wade in and put the record straight - what a drama to end the term!

So we arrived in Cornwall yesterday and it is stunning. We left at 7am and were in Plymouth by just after 10am. We stopped there and had a walk around with coffees on the Barbican and a browse through a second hand book shop for Izzy and I. I love the fact that Izzy got chatting to the bookseller and told him she loved the smell of books, particularly old ones. She picked out some 1st and 2nd edition Enid Blyton books she hadn’t read before (£30 later!) which of course I bought for her after that comment. We then headed onto Talland Bay and were here in time for a slightly late lunch. Beats the drive to the Dordogne any day! The weather yesterday was up to French standards as well so we were in heaven. We had a fab lunch in the little beach cafe, and then met up with friends who live near Plymouth. After a few hours with them at the beach we dragged the kids away to check in - who could blame them wanting to stay when it is so gorgeous?  The sea is crystal clear, the rock pools plentiful and they spent hours running in and out of the sea. Who needs electronic devices when you have all this to hand?

The house we are in this week is also fab. It's over the 4 floors, has a hot tub, beautiful views and is about 2 minutes from the SW Coastal Path and 5 from the beach. The upside of this is wonderful walks. The downside is I ran it today and it's pretty challenging! So we are settling in for a fantastic week, the weather looks like it will be kind to us, we all love the area and I can feel myself relaxing already. Just what the doctor ordered!


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