After several weeks of being very busy & tired sorting out Dorothy's affairs we found ourselves in end of term mode. This year J was in the school play as this is put on by year 5 & 6. The play was 'The Keymaster' & was a play about a supply teacher who has the ability to travel through time & show kids that history isn't really boring. It was really, really good & there was some brilliant acting & singing. The only problem was the the part J wanted was King Harold or failing that William the Conqueror. The part he got was as an extra child in the World War 2 evacuee scene & he didn't like his costume (well you can't really blame him for wanting a sword & shield rather than a sleeveless jumper & shorts). His performance came a little bit close to sulking on stage I thought & won't necessarily guarantee him a better part next year. He says the parts are just handed out randomly but I'm not so sure.
After that we had Open Day which was very nice. In the morning they had various activities including scenes from the play. Then there was a picnic at which the parents all sat exactly where their children told them to. Then we looked at the children's work. J had produced some very good work although I did discover why he so often 'couldn't remember' what mark he got for his spelling tests.
Next was Sports Day which is always a bit traumatic if your child doesn't excel at sport. J said it was my fault he didn't do better in the obstacle race but when I insisted he wear his hat to avoid sunstroke I really meant him to take it off when he was racing. The problem was that it's his special hat that he got at the Spying Exhibition & when it became dislodged when he was tunnelling under the parachute he stopped to put it back on. Serious tactical error.
Then on Wednesday term finished. They do this sort of ceremony where they make a 'bus' out of chairs & the Year 6's sit on it & they sing a song & then march out (some of them in tears) & the Year 5's sit on the bus to take over as top of the school. So J's officially a Year 6 now. Can't believe it. What happened to my little baby? I'm not going to start writing about all the trauma of applying for senior school now, save it for another time.