No, not Ofsted, but the one that a member of the office brings to say “…you need to ring home”. How often has that happened to you? Over the last 8 years fairly frequently, be it about one of my parents or my eldest son, there is always a portent of it must be important to be reduced to asking the office to find me.
At the moment I am sat, bag packed and awaiting the
next information from Kent regarding the health of my mother who has taken a turn for the worse. I am past the initial complete emotional outpouring which befell me when I interrupted a meeting to let the HT know.
Phone calls between siblings at different points on their journeys to Kent. A pause ……. in time…… then what next …?
Time will tell.