Toby’s A levels

Hooray!!

Toby got his A level results last Thursday. He got an A for Geography, B for Biology and B for Chemistry. It was a grade lower than Sheffield University had offered him for medicine, but they decided to have him anyway!

Hooray!! Toby’s going to medical school.

He’s decided (in the last couple of weeks, while the rest of us have been away) to have a gap year, so at some point soon he’ll be off round the world. He doesn’t know where he’s going yet, but definitely hopes to have Christmas in Australia with Will and Sarah – on the beach no doubt.

Amazingly proud of him of course. Well done for all the hard work Toby.

Cindy’s Gravestone

Well at last, Cindy’s gravestone has been put up in the cemetery. We all went this afternoon after Meeting, had a look at it and lit some candles Pat and Maurice had sent for Cindy’s anniversary and birthday.

1748

The text says:

Cindy Michele Tarrant
9.10.1961 – 11.9.2005
run because you can

“Why the tiger?” I hear you ask. It was Rose’s idea, and it comes from something that Cindy used to joke about with the children. She often told them that at night, she unzipped her tail, turned into a tiger and ran around Rowntrees Park. So it really reminds us of her. And it goes well with the lower case writing at the bottom, which is an adaptation of the last sentence in her diary – “Certainly if there is life after death I am going to be a runner and I will run every day because I can.”

If you want to go and see her grave, it’s in York Cemetery (the Victorian one on Cemetery Road near the Barbican) and here’s a map to show you exactly where.

Map to Cindy's grave

John and Toby Have a Day Off

Millthorpe have got a training day today, so John and Toby are at home.  John and I are going together to Tropical World in Leeds to look at butterflies and things and then coming home for Rose’s assembly – she won a £10 voucher in a raffle for people who cycled to school (!) and is going to have it presented to her this afternoon.

There was a fantastic article by Mark Thomas in yesterday’s Guardian all about the withdrawal of the right to protest near the Houses of Parliament.  Apparently people are protesting about this by sticking to the letter of the law – and producing huge amounts of paperwork for the police.

Millthorpe Open Evening

On Monday evening Rose and I went up to Millthorpe for their open evening. It’s very odd to think that next year I won’t have any children at Scarcroft – for the first time in 11 years! I’m already missing the morning school run, because Rose is walking to school by herself and next year I won’t get the afternoon one either. When on earth will I pick up all the gossip – or some days talk to anyone at all!

John was busy at school being a model pupil in a French class, which we went to watch. We managed to avoid having to listen to the head’s talk, which was a relief because he isn’t the world’s greatest speaker. We vaguely wandered around looking at bits and pieces – fantastic art rooms – but I couldn’t be bothered to think of any intelligent questions to ask pupils or teachers. As Rose said when I asked her if she wanted to go and look around All Saints, “Not really, I’m going to go to Millthorpe, aren’t I?”

I’m a Member

Richard Ogden popped in on his way home from Monthly Meeting to say that I’ve been accepted as a member of Meeting.

After 16 or so years of attending it feels more like an acknowledgement of a relationship that already exists than anything else!  Now I’ll have to make sure I’m good at saying no to more committees!

All Busy – except Toby!

Toby had his first weekend lie in for ages as the paper shop has now shut, so he’s unemployed.  He’s hoping to get a job in the bike shop where he did his work experience soon, which would make his Saturday’s less leisured than today’s was.

I cycled with John over to Canon Lee for his dancing, and then went into town for coffee.  Rose had Lily over to play during the afternoon – they made burnt chocolate buns!  We had delicious mussels for tea.

John went to Tom’s for a birthday sleepover and I left Rose and Toby “home alone” while I went to the theatre with Sam to see How Many Miles to Basra?  It was very thought provoking – quite heavy and political.