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Friend's daughter broke her ankle 10 days ago, which needed surgery for a plate fitted. At school, her PE lessons are the last lesson of the day. My friend is wanting to pick her up before PE lesson. Head refuses. Friend's daughter has to prop herself onto a wall if outdoor PE or sit on a chair if its indoors. She is not learning anything from doing this. Infact she hates PE.

Why is the school's head refusing to leave an hour early to avoid to get cold? As its a lesson, wearing a coat is not allowed either.

Will be on crutches til at least early Jan. So will be 6 weeks of use of crutches at school with another 8 weeks of unable to PE.

What could my friend do?
 
cheesefest said:
Friend's daughter broke her ankle 10 days ago, which needed surgery for a plate fitted. At school, her PE lessons are the last lesson of the day. My friend is wanting to pick her up before PE lesson. Head refuses. Friend's daughter has to prop herself onto a wall if outdoor PE or sit on a chair if its indoors. She is not learning anything from doing this. Infact she hates PE.

Why is the school's head refusing to leave an hour early to avoid to get cold? As its a lesson, wearing a coat is not allowed either.

Will be on crutches til at least early Jan. So will be 6 weeks of use of crutches at school with another 8 weeks of unable to PE.

What could my friend do?
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Write to the local authority and MP?
 
For shoes, the women wore bedroom slippers in the form of bootees, with a big zip up the middle. When they went outdoors they put on a stouter version of the same shoe in a tough dark brown suede. Their legs rose like tubes, only an inch or so exposed beneath the hems of their big winter coats.

The younger women had different bedroom slippers, which relatives gave each other every Christmas. They were dish-shaped, each with a thick ruff of pink or blue nylon fur. At first the soles of these slippers were as hard and shiny as glass; it took a week of wear before they bent and gave under the foot, and during that week their wearer would often look down on them with pride, with a guilty sense of luxury, as the nylon fur tickled her ankles. But gradually the fur lost its bounce and spring, and crumbs fell into it; by February its fibres were matted together with chip fat.
 
Oddball neighbours rooting through the communal bins again, left the bathroom window open and I can hear them.

Just put your stuff in and go.
 
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Does anyone find families wearing matching Christmas PJs or onesies- chavvy?
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Yes. Same with Christmas jumpers, a tired modern tradition and a 'joke' that has long been exhausted. Whenever someone at work mentions a Xmas jumper - Do one I don't own one.

I have spoken to peeps and Christmas they will spend in PJ's ack... Christmas to me, is making an effort.
 
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Malevolence said:
Talk about the circle of life. First job today was transferring a patient from the ward to the mortuary. The second job a few minutes later had us in the delivery theatres so we could transport Mother and newborn to the ward.
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That must be quite a privilege :)

I work on the road for the ambulance service - The jobs that keep me thinking days later are as a result of not knowing the outcome.
 
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