Mariam collected S. at 9.30. Couldn’t find his book of records. He was constipated yesterday but emptied his bowels last nite and in the morning. Was happy & bubbly, excited to go out. Waving from the car with big smile.
Went to see nursery across the street. It’s called ‘Stars of Hope’. They’ve got picture of Obama in the window and big sign ‘YES WE CAN’, which made me laugh. It was very small, compacted room with two divisions (classroom and playroom), capacity 25 kids (with only 2places left, we’ve been told), only one kid was white and seemed bit like an outsider. Warm welcoming even though we mad ‘surprise visit’ (there was no telephone No. on the doors to call & make an appointment in advance). Been shown around & explained & introduced to head-staff (black old lady). No decent outdoor space, plans to build one. Interior was worn out and poor, kids happy. Uniforms. Decided not to register even though the location is great advantage. It was quite cheap and I didn’t have good feeling about it.
Made appointment to see another (Montesorri) nursery on top of Telegraph Hill. Closer to Brockley, more posh area, no bus (means 15min walk up to hill each morning) but might be better option in all departments.
He is still happy in Mariams place, enjoys play with kids and so on, but soon there will be not enough challenges for him and he’d be ready to start learning things so nursery would be good.
Got home later, both felt ‘out of the place’ with no intention to do anything whatsoever, apart of getting back to bad and sleep. But forced myself to do some phonecalls (e.g. jobcentre) , got our BT sorted and registered for Virgin internet. Started assembling IKEA furniture.
Things are not exactly bright and shiny, its gray and raining outside but we’re far from depression (STILL YET).
My time in internet cafe is running out and I haven’t done much. But then again – had my croissant and cafe so its not all so bad.