This is a roundup of lies, good news and alarums.
Starting with an adventure in Slovakia. Or was it Czechoslovakia? It’s all a little confused. Renée Schuls-Jacobson at Lessons for Teachers and Twits knows all the juicy details. She’s been writing about how she and I first encountered each other face to face in her excellent post entitled – I’m Lying About How We Met.
Here’s a taster. It’s icky.
Blackwatertown and I met on a chilly day in Bratislava as we fled hand-in-hand across an icy river. We’d had to spend an uncomfortable night hiding in a chicken coop because we couldn’t find a proper hotel. Covered in feathers and fowl feces, we carefully made our way across the creaky ice. I am forever grateful that he was willing to share his single mitten.
Next, something to make you oscillate with optimism or boggle with bitterness Continue reading