Brilliance in Blogging
- Day after the Carnival
- Silent Sunday
- Arts and crafts at Leighton House
- Silent Sunday
- Festival fashion 2014
- SILENT SUNDAY
- Best places to cool off in London
- Home tutoring – fair or foul?
- Silent Sunday
- Is it true that… hamsters can talk?
- Silent Sunday
- I’m crucifying my brother
- Inspired by 35,864 Marathon runners
- Silent Sunday
- Is Frozen the best Disney film ever ?
- Sibling rivalry
- This Moment
- Silent Sunday
- Two more Notting Hill names close
- Nancy’s Pantry
Fabulous afternoon at Leighton House in Holland Park. It’s an extraordinary house with a Moorish partially tiled interior and a fountain – inside! But today it was their first annual Summer Fete with a range of children’s crafts on offer: lino-block printing , book making and woodcuts, paper mosaics and the chance to make simple Victorian toys from paper including windmills and thaumatropes. Course you know what a thaumatrope is: circle of paper with a bird one side and a cage on the other and you spin it, now the bird is inside the cage! Easy to make when you know how and lots of fun. In fact the whole thing was lots of fun. Volunteers from the William Morris Society, The Charles Dickens Society, Benjamin Franklin’s House in Westminster and the Ragged School Museum were among those running the crafts. Everything was free and you were even encouraged to bring your own picnic as there was no food or drink – or anything in fact – on sale. The whole day was totally devoid of pester power – it was brilliant. The only way to spend money was to go inside the house and we will definitely be back another day to do that (again) . I really hope they will repeat the day next year – keep a look out for it. The Ragged School Museum in Tower Hamlets has free activities for the under 12s on Wednesdays and Thursdays for the rest of the Summer Holidays between 10 and 5pm so you haven’t missed out on your chance to find out more about Victorian crafts – and education. And all the other organisations mentioned have plenty going on so check them out. Nope wasn’t paid to write this, in fact, they didn’t even know I was there!
When it comes to preparing for all kinds of weather, regular festival-goers have it sorted. Headgear and footwear are the important things to get right – especially if you are camping in the mud all weekend and washing, let alone spending ages in front of the mirror is not an option. Rather than carrying too much stuff around, veteran FGs choose an outfit that works in any weather. Most importantly they have a hat or some other form of head-covering to keep off either sun or rain while on their bottom halves they sport a combination which would be strange in any other setting – shorts and wellies. The idea being I guess, you can get your legs tanned while keeping your feet dry. Flower head-dresses and face-paints are always in. Last year – at Cornbury anyway – tails were the thing – yes furry tails dangling between your legs – they had little purpose (high fashion indeed) but I fear it will never catch on in Notting Hill. This year they were no longer selling like hot cakes – but these feather head-dresses were all the rage – they look fabulous but be warned they are not cheap so if you want it to last beyond the weekend you might want something else to protect your head if it rains!
Summer in the city.
It can be glorious, if you know where to head to. Here are some of my favourite places:
Somerset House, W1. Free admission.
Fantastic place to combine a visit to the water exhibition in the original cellars of Somerset House – very cool and afterwards enjoy running among the fountains in the courtyard. Families spend the day here and even bring towels and swimsuits and set up camp round the edges. There’s always an interesting exhibition on – at the moment Beryl Bainbridge’s paintings – fascinating insight into this writer’s life.
Princess Diana Memorial Fountain, Hyde Park. Free admission
This is the fountain that is not a fountain, but more of a man-made stream. It’s beautiful to look at, but also meant to be enjoyed. Sit on the grass with your feet in the icy water – or walk along the bed of this circular granite waterway. There’s been a great deal of sniping and criticism over the years about it being too expensive to build – and too slippery and slimy for kids to run in. But I think it’s fantastic. Of course you need to be sensible – it’s never a good idea to run in water – water on surfaces can be slippery. But if you are supervising young kids properly – on a hot day there’s nowhere better to be. It is in a tourist hot-spot so can get crowded. But if it does seem too much you are right on the Serpentine, either sit and picnic under a tree nearby or there are always the rowing boats.
Serpentine Lido – family ticket £10 (includes up to four children)
This has a grassy children’s area and large paddling pool as well as a roped off area of the Serpentine itself with a jetty where you can swim with older children. You pay to get in and can use both facilities but you may not want to take a baby or toddler into the Serpentine itself – you are swimming in a lake – not a swimming pool!
Kensington Memorial Park, St Mark’s Road, W11. Free admission
It doesn’t look that promising from the road, but walk to the far end and keep left and you will find two newly spruced up kids’ playgrounds for toddlers and older children – and a water park with rubberised flooring and all kinds of fountains, water “canons”, tipping buckets and wheels and so on. You need swimsuits and towels and bare feet. Be warned the water is freezing – it does have to be a very hot day – but children love it. And there is a cafe nearby selling ice-creams – or hot drinks if the kids do need warming up.
I hope these ideas will help you all keep the temperature down – and I will be updating this if I find any other cool places to hang out on a sweltering day. But do add other lidos, outdoor pools or fountains you’ve tried out. I’d love to broaden my horizons!
Paying for extra tuition to get your child into the best secondary school or university – or to improve their school grades – is a tricky one for me. I say this as someone who has reached the position very slowly over recent years, that the only way to make education fair for everyone in this country is to abolish all private schools (this is despite my love and admiration for my many privately educated friends – and husband). This way everyone would simply go to their local school and all the money and middle-class pushiness would be fairly distributed to make all schools the best they can be. Not a commonly held position in the salons of Notting Hill I suspect. And perhaps a subject for another day because this post is about tuition. But you see the similarity – does it create a fair level playing field if some children are tutored and others are not? Those with the money will do better – whether they are the brightest or not. Some then get the advantage of going to a “better” school – others will get better grades , and so better jobs or places at better universities. They will earn more money and so on and so forth.
The conundrum of course for all “pinko” parents (my nickname from my very own public school boy husband) is whether to allow their personal principles to affect their children’s lives and particularly their education. It’s one that has wrong-footed many a Labour politician – but thankfully I am a mere journalist, so will not be held to the same scrutiny by anyone but myself.
The thing is – and yes I do feel I need an excuse – my daughter has hearing problems – and as a result has got a little behind in maths. I admit it would not be her natural subject anyway (it’s certainly not mine) but because of this I have been asking friends about good local tutors for more than a year. Then a few months ago, I was approached by Tutorfair who wanted to talk to me about a very different approach to tutoring.
I would not normally go via an agency – why pay a fee on top of what could already be £30 to £60 an hour? But with my pinko tendencies, I was immediately hooked by Tutorfair’s USP : for every student who pays – a child who can’t gets free tutoring.
Yes, really. What a great idea. It’s the underlying principle of the agency and the scheme works through Tutorfair’s partnership with inner city schools. The class teachers pick out the students and the tutors from Tutorfair go in and give these pupils one to one teaching – for nothing.
It’s clear that all students benefit from one on one teaching – but this is about helping children who are struggling with a subject or school generally. It’s about helping them learn, making their normal work seem easier and more managable and perhaps preventing them being turned off school all together. Because I think sometimes, when children say ‘this is boring,’ they really mean, ‘it’s too hard and I can’t get my head round it.’
So it’s a great principle- but doesn’t that mean it will cost more than a tutor from another agency? No, apparently not because the booking process is via their website so they say they can afford to take smaller commissions. OK then – but do they have the best tutors ? Well teachers and tutors are a caring lot and apparently the whole charity element attracts the most passionate and dedicated types who are hot on social responsibility. I have to say they have some impressive people on their books with a huge range of talents and experiences: from university students, who are still completing their degrees or masters, to former teachers, to those who have made professional tutoring a career and have decades of experience.
The website allows you to search by subject – science and languages as well as Maths and English – or for a particular purpose whether prep school entrance exams or A level tuition. Many of the tutors have a short video profile you can view to give you a better idea of what they’re like – though some of them do seem understandably self-conscious!
Tutorfair then offered me a free lesson and the pick of any tutor I wanted to put them to the test. I chose TomL : I liked his photo, he looked kind (yes, I know it’s not Plenty More Fish or Plenty of Fish or whatever) and I felt his educational background with a first in Maths from Oxford, along many other qualifications, would probably just about allow him to deal with Year 5 Maths and a slightly freaked out 10 year old! My only slight concern was that I still had to use their website to book – because it’s a key part of how they work. I’m naturally lazy about these things – odd for a blogger I know – and more used to shoving grubby notes in people’s hands at the end of a lesson – a bit more Steptoe and Son in approach. But in fact it was very straight-forward and saves you having to double park and run to a cash machine – not that I would ever do that obviously. So no worries there.
Tom himself was, or should I say, is, gentle calm and patient – exactly what my daughter needs – and is not remotely intellectually intimidating – though clearly ridiculously clever. In fact, we like him so much, he is now going to be Amelie’s permanent tutor. I did a quick check with her after the lesson – as the pupil/teacher dynamic is important as well as the tutor’s qualifications and experience – but I was already pretty sure he was just right for her and she agreed. And of course that means that another child somewhere will get a free lesson.
Bath time – a quiet time at the end of the day for the children to relax, chat, unwind and – after a bit of nagging – wash their faces with a flannel.
And yet the reality is the chat usually becomes hostile debate – and the flannels weapons of war; used to slap each others legs , or thrown hard into the water to create a displacement that soaks the floor and the school uniforms they’ve dropped there, still clean and meant for the next day.
Rarely is the 10 minute bathtime competed without either cries of indignation or screams for help.
Yesterday was no different.
“Mummy Mummy Mummy,” my son yelled urgently.
I ran in. He was scowling and red in the face. She, reclining back, arms folded with the hint of a smirk. Threat level? Not even amber.
What is it?
“Is it… is it that Cinnamon (the hamster) told Amelie ‘I don’t like Alexander’? he spluttered.
” Is it … that hamsters can’t talk?” I replied to Alexander ( he is 7 after all and usually fairly on the ball!)
Amelie (aged 10) chuckled.
“Amelie! What a naughty girl. You know hamsters can’t talk – what on earth are you on about?”
” Oh they can. And Cinnamon did tell me that – in hammy language!” And she flourished her fingers to impersonate the hamster’s whiskers – demonstrating, I presume, how she communicates with animals!
Back to school today and the Easter holidays are behind us, but not entirely forgotten. I just went into the children’s bedroom to find my 10 year old daughter trying to force a toy golf club down the neck of her little brother’s sweat shirt and out the bottom. That could have been categorised as “odd but harmless”, had he not been wearing it at the time! He was wriggling – and alternately giggling and screaming.
What strange and unusual punishment is this you may ask? Surely there can be no justification for hurting your sibling with a plastic golf club or anything else. But you do not know my children.
Seeing my aghast expression, the 10 year old cheerily asks me:
” What’s the problem? I’m trying to crucify him.”
” Well stop it for goodness sake -!”
“But we’re acting out the Easter story,” she protests, ” and he won’t die.”
I suggest it’s bed-time. My youngest holds his arms out and yells - not unreasonably perhaps
The Easter story is always the one that gets us into trouble. Not the question of whether it’s possible to rise from the dead – the children ( now 10 and 7 and at a church school) accept that without question. No – our problems are always around the crucifixion and the delight of all churches it seems, to get children in their congregations to act it out on Good Friday.
It wasn’t so long ago that my daughter – now playing the Roman soldier and Pontius Pilate all in one – was crying because she found out rather too late that she was not to play “baby Jesus” in church but Jesus on the cross. She was 6!
Down the hall they are at it again – two golf clubs this time and apparently a bit more cooperation from Jesus.
Nevertheless I feel I should intervene.
Jesus is being dragged along the bedroom floor to shouts of Crucify Him, but self preservation takes over as he stands up and tells his sister:
“Now you’re Judas. You betrayed me. Go kill yourself.”
Maybe all this re-enactment of the bible can be taken too far?