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258. Day 18: And finally, please take your partners for the Eurostar Villanelle …

What shall I bring back from this holiday:
Our tour round Northern Europe on the trains?
What memories for when I’m old and grey?

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166. Leap and sing in all you do …

“She likes patterns.”

“She does?”

There is a general nodding, particularly from the distaff side of the class. “She wears a lot of patterns,” confirms one ten year old fashionista.

“And stripes,” adds another.

“And chunky jewellery.”

I write ‘patterns and stripes’ on the white board and the class won’t let me rest until I have added ‘chunky jewellery’. Then we try and think of further inspiration for our dormant muses. For, while Mrs Berry is at her daughter’s graduation, Class Five and I are sneakily preparing the farewell book which we will be her present at the end of term, when she sets sail to become Deputy Head of Woolly Meadows Primary School.

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132. More happy birfdy…

“It’s all right to listen, Miss Sugarsprinkles. It’s not at all rude.”
“Are you sure, Mrs Jellywoman?”
“Quite sure, Miss Sugarsprinkles. Please don’t worry.”
“I’ll just wash up the paint-pots, then.”
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