Some schools have already finished round here, finished for the summer holidays. I so vividly remember that massive sense of relief and feeling liberation when school closed in July… I always felt I could breathe again and there was that delirious thought of a whole six weeks ahead. There would be school work to do, lots of it… but I was free to do it when I wanted, saving it for the rainy dull days.
As I see the children at our local schools walking home I realise that the last day will be different for them, because in September their lives will be different. For the little ones they will no longer be at play school, they will be at real school. For those who are finishing their first year in primary school, in September they will no longer be the youngest, and for those in year five, they will be the oldest in the school. Children finishing their primary education will no longer be top of the school, and probably a small school, they will be the littlies in big school, in a secondary school of 1000+ students. The year elevens will have left school already, finishing when they had completed their public exams… what comes next for them will be very different, training, further education or work.
A favourite song has the lines ‘if this was the last day on this earth, what would you do? Would you find and kill your worst enemy, or would you show your love to your very best friend?’ I’m not sure what I would do if I knew it was my actual last day on this earth… but it probably wouldn’t be either of those two things, but I do wonder when it’s the last day somewhere, do people take the opportunity to confront their enemies, or maybe tell their friends how much they mean to them?
Lois Elsden 
One of my friends at the YMCA has just returned back after having his second leg removed and completing therapy. He gets around with protheses and doesn’t use a cane. He’s also lost the sight of one eye to diabetes and has had several heart attacks and part if a lung taken out. I asked him the other day what motivates him and he said every moment of life is precious and to be enjoyed. He is a great inspiration for me and others that have to endure pain every day. Your blog has a similar effect for me and others I would expect. By the way your Haggis is purely fictional but I guess you knew that.
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I salute your friend! What an amazing person…
Thanks for your kind words David, I really enjoy your replies… Nooooo! Are haggises not real? I thought they scampered round Scottish glens on their uneven legs with their tartan coloured fur, pursued by the beastly sporrans!
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The only way to catch them is on flat even ground because they run in circles due to there different size legs and tire themselves out. We have the Wonga-Wonga bird that is also very rare here in Canada. Bet you can’t guess why!
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I dread to think!!!!
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The Wonga Wonga bird is about the size of a Canada Goose. It lays about four eggs every spring. When the young hatch and start to fly some have the unusual habit of flying in a large circle that gets progressively smaller and they fly faster and faster as the circle gets smaller and smaller until they fly up there own ass and disappear. Not all the chicks do this so to this day some Wongas are still around. I think I see one in my back garden. Gotta go find my camera!
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You are so hilarious… you are guaranteed to put a smile on my face!
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