Spider-boy has a place, and for that in our over subscribed borough we have decided to be grateful. A place at the school closest to his house, which might not be one of the darlings of schooling folk lore but looks safe, and normal, and colourful and fun. Phew.
For all my waxing lyrical, and residual worries about the new mountain of angst (making friends, losing touch with other local friends, learning things, having fun, being challenged, how the hell we’ll sort out childcare) from here on in we are saying, regardless of OFsted labels, that this is good. Excellent, in fact, and very exciting.