Pricing up Space Hardware

As I was brushing my teeth this morning, Harry came bouncing into the bathroom.  

“Did you know the Apollo mission cost £x million?” (It could have been billion.  It was early and the question involved the use of very specific figures).

Harry’s class are doing space as their topic this term, so we have a lot of facts of this ilk.

Puddles, rockets and bubbles in the New Forest

On Sunday there was a rare break in the rain, so we legged it outside amid the usual complaints of, “A walk?  But why? What are we doing to do??”  I blame the National Trust.  If it wasn’t for their efforts to make nature interesting with trails and so forth, maybe walking for walking’s sake wouldn’t seem such a bizarre prospect to my children.  So we compromised and packed few props. 

The writing of Simon Hoggart

This week the political sketch writer Simon Hoggart died suddenly and at his peak.  This might seem like a slightly odd thing to blog about, but as I read the obituaries, it was deeply moving in terms of reliving some of the great political moment of the last few decades.  

Christmas past

Down in our village at lunchtime they were taking down the strings of coloured lights.  There were Valentines cards in Budgens.  And shops with ‘closed until February for annual leave’ signs tacked to the window.   Christmas is done and dusted, apparently, and I haven’t even got around to blogging about it.