Growing up on a council estate can be tough, especially if you feel different (and everybody feels different). I remember walking through the alley way to my local secondary. I was wearing my mother’s long black dress, with black jeans... Continue Reading →
It was my 'Old Nemesis' on New Years Eve who said I needed to follow my heart. All my other blogs were, and I quote, "Synthetic Pap" according to @theprimaryhead but when I blogged about SEND I started to sound... Continue Reading →
Old Primary Head 