Today marks the end of an era. Our oldest child left primary school. How old does that make a man feel?
It was a great day for them, and I managed to get along to the leavers assembly to soak up the occasion. The highlight is them all leaving the school for the last time, where they have to walk through a huge line up of all the other classes and waiting parents. Pretty impressive and a great celebration. They also had a prom, where lots of frocks and kilts were being worn and a load of 11 year olds arrived in stretched limo's and Hummer's. Pretty cool, all I remember about leaving school was having to do a line up and give Mrs Rudolph a kiss. I escaped via the fire exit!
We have worked out that the next time Isabelle, Andrew and Stuart will be at the same school together will be when Isabelle is in the 6th form. Now I will feel very old then.
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