Cornflowers, water and idiocy.


When I drove the new car home I parked it on the lawn and gave a short “bip” of the car horn to call the kids out to have a look at it. Tom1 was the first out. I walked up onto the verandah, saying, “What do you think?”
As he answered he absent-mindedly reached out and tore off one of the cornflowers.
I was aghast. “WHAT are you DOING?” I gasped.
He glanced down at what he was holding, blinked, then held it out to me.
“For you…” he said.

Remember this? The flooded wicking bed? A day later it looks exactly the same. Before work, I made the snap decision to try a high-tech solution.

I stuck a knitting needle into the two drainage holes and wriggled it around.
Very little water came out, so I tried something else.

I stuck the knitting needle into the top of the wicking bed and jabbed long holes down into the depths of the murky water. I stabbed over and over again, probably damaging the roots of the watercress… but hopefully not.

Airbubbles appeared on the surface of the water. I assume that’s a good thing.

Then a few dribbles of muddy water appeared in the drainage holes.
I had to leave it there and get ready for work. If it’s still looking the same when I get home, then the whole thing will have to be upended and renovated with more drainage.
A funny thing happened yesterday.
Our school sends text messages to parents if their child/ren are marked absent at the start of the day. I was given a year 11 extra period 2 because the teacher was away, and lo and behold it was David2’s class. He walked into the room and I said, “Hello Darling!” and held my arms out.
He said, “Hello Mummy!” and we gave each other a big hug.
I gave out the work to be done and when the class started talking loudly I told them off and said that they all had plenty of work to do. I then turned to David2 and said, “But you can do anything you like, darling,” which gave the class a bit of a laugh.
Then my mobile made the text message noise…
I read the message, looked up at David2 and snapped, “Just where were you period 1?”
He looked up at me, startled.
“I’ve just got a message from the office saying that you’re not here today. Where were you?”
“I was a bit late,” he said. The rest of the class were following this exchange like an audience at a tennis match.
“Then why didn’t you take the offer of a lift that your mother made you?” I hissed.
Silence. He had nowhere to go.
“Get to the office and let them know you’re here!” I said.
It was beautiful. What sort of twit tries to wag a Maths class when his Mum works at the school?

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7 Responses to Cornflowers, water and idiocy.

  1. Bev says:

    How big are your drainage holes? I had to increase the size of mine eventually for the same reason.

    I think the increase was from 1/4 ” to nearly 1/2″. It was the biggest drill bit in the set anyway. I drilled the holes in situ and when I removed the drill the water poured out.

    Loved the exchange with David2. The others must have loved it, too! Shows them Mummy teacher doesn’t have favourites.

  2. river says:

    Ha Ha. Sprung!
    Just drill a few larger holes, it will be fine.

  3. persiflage says:

    Older and smarter, eh! In fact streets ahead!

  4. Catherine says:

    Hehehehehe…..sprung big time. Would have loved to be a fly on the wall when he was caught out. Got to agree with river on the wicking bed. Bigger holes can solve anything…sort of…vbg.

  5. Dee says:

    Though of you yesterday when my yr 11 son told me that one of his AP’s said that the English department ‘draw straws’ to see who gets to mark his work because his handwriting is so bad. Obviously takes after his fathers side of the family as I have been complemented on mine many times.
    I often suspected that he had dysgraphia (?) but what would I know, I only worked as an Aide for 5 years.

  6. Barbara Good says:

    Hi, I’m new to your blog, but couldn’t resist commenting on this one. Loved the story about your son at school, I relate to it on so many levels. I’m a high school teacher too (though currently on family leave and my kids are still pre-schoolers) and I can just picture the kids in the class while this exchange is going on. Plus I went to the high school my father taught at and I have to say I wagged maths class so many times in years 9 and 10 without ever being busted. But then again that was before mobile phones and text messaging – maybe kids of today don’t have it quite so easy? I bet he won’t be late again for a while.

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