You can insert your pork into my buns any time, MI.
More sweetness from DS. I'd just dusted, cleaned and vacced 'his' bit of the sitting room, when he decided to empty out all his school work folders on to the floor. I asked him not to, or if he did, to tidy it up afterwards as I'd just cleaned the room. I forgot about it, then went in a couple of hours later, and he had! Nothing left on the floor at all!
Though we haven't told him Dadda's dying, he knows something's up. He keeps asking if he'll die, and when, and if I'll die, and when, and that he doesn't want to die, he just wants to 'stay at home'. Tales of becoming a star seem to appease him for a moment, then he wails 'but I don't want to be a star I want to be with you...'
Re schools, I reckon the time to catch them is as they bottom out and are headed upwards. From 'outstanding' the only way is down. At least, that's what I tell myself!