Crocodile, crocodile

Crocodile, crocodile

“Do you like my butterfly?” I asked my junior Music class this week. Lying on the floor, in the middle of the circle, was a 1.2 metre soft, stuffed crocodile with a rather fetching grin. One of my latest op shop acquisitions. I hadn’t planned to start the class this...
At the Airport

At the Airport

All my reflections so far this year have been drawn from my own Dancing Wombat world. There’s never a dull moment there! But every week, I also have two classes of delightful primary school students who demand my attention. One young man – I’ll call him Dougal – had...
A bit blah

A bit blah

Is it okay to be blah in a blog? I hope so, because today’s lessons felt a bit blah. Dog paddling instead of freestyle – not really moving forward, and feeling like everyone was floundering around a bit. With 12 days and only two more rehearsals until...