Cub Reporter
One of the enduring middle-of-the-night staring-at-the-ceiling imponderables of doing this job is the occasional brainworm ‘what would I do if I was no longer a headteacher?’ What else could I…
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Cub Reporter
One of the enduring middle-of-the-night staring-at-the-ceiling imponderables of doing this job is the occasional brainworm ‘what would I do if I was no longer a headteacher?’ What else could I…
Half past eight on a mild November morning; a boy and his mother appear outside one of the Year 6 classrooms. There are other children gathering too, waiting for the…