Summertime Sadness

The six week holiday is over, a collective sigh of relief can be heard from homes all over the country.

Pearl is nine, has additional needs and attends a special school. A summer holiday with her is generally trying. We spend the first week being bad friends. Pearl expects me to provide days full of excitement at least as interesting as school. I expect to be able to continue with work, tidying and writing in much the same way as I do in term time. We are both stubborn and unreasonable.

Oh, that’s not quite all. Every holiday I have two noble aims. Firstly I will toilet train Pearl. Secondly I will teach her how to speak. Pearl has been in the school system since the age of three. Every single holiday since then I have had the same aims. I have clearly learnt nothing from this…

Read Story

Share This Post