I started this morning at PP1 – litter picking the front, jumping in the bin to compress the overflow and greeting children and parents as they arrived. J-R showed me a piece of volcanic rock, picked up during a beach walk on the Isle of Wight with her dad. We role played volcanoes (me being in one), somehow this changed to elephants by the time several others had joined us. I morphed into a rhino which had to chase children round the room, fall asleep, wake up and eat buns.
Later we got a box of musical instruments out and became the Paint Pots marching band. It was an absolute racket but actually quite rythmical. This went on for some time. Several groups appeared – one playing twinkle twinkle, another competing with Jingle Bells and some boys shouting Bob the Builder. A group of drummers assembled round a table, grasping various sicks and rods. They decided to use the farm buildings as a full drum kit. What a fantastic din.
Once this had subsided, we cleared up and someone remided us of We’re going on a bear hunt. I decided to teall a new bear story, where the bear was up a tree looking for hungry children to eat, as they came through the forest. A boy and a girl approached carrying a basket of honey sandwiches for grandma (can you see the source of this story yet?).
The bear was so overcome with passion for honey that he fell out of the tree landed on his bottom (this was really funny!) and started to cry. The boy and the girl took pity and fed him all the sandwiches. They all became friends and the boy and girl hopped on the bear’s back all the way to grandmas, who was terrified and screamed. Eventually she calmed down.
The fact there were no sandwiches was not a problem as grandma had made an online Tesco food order and they all went in for a slap up feast. The end.