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Last week was a little odd. On Thursday there was an open evening at the Junior school Anwen's moving up to in September and Jeni, Anwen and I went along to have a look around, meet teachers, buy school uniforms etc

That in itself isn't the odd bit - although it's weird thinking that Anwen is already moving up to Junior school this year - the odd bit is that this was the same Junior school that I went to some two and a bit decades ago and that is really really strange.

It was the same thing with the Infants school, but my memories of being there are quite muted; vague snatches of songs we learnt about Dinosaurs, getting to do a report on Giraffes, and sitting on the carpet with friends drawing pictures of buffaloes (it's really odd what sticks with you).

For Junior school though my memories are much more vivid so it was so strange wandering around with Anwen and seeing things that I remembered from when I was there, like the map of the worlds mountain ranges that's still up on the wall, or spending lunchtimes in what will be Anwen's classroom learning to play the recorder and double bass.

It's also weird that I feel strangely affronted by the fact that they've put her into a different school House than the one my sister and I were both in, but I'm shaking my head with a smile as I type that... even though it's true.

Some people have far, far too much time on there hands to watch Guy Richie films and go "Hey, you know what.... those lines would fit into Star Wars amazingly well!"

Not work safe in any way; unless you're work mates don't mind a lot of swearing and talk about people being fed to pigs, but very very funny.