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Thank You

I want to say a special thank you to everyone who contacted me after reading of my ordeal last week. It was so much easier to have you all find out the story in the same way, without me having to relate it time and again (and therefore avoiding the dangers of embellishment).

I want you to know that I really appreciate your support and care - more than I am able to express verbally.

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Anonymous said…
Let me put in a good word for you at my sister establishment, it would be cool to work with you!! You know i have a good relationshiup with our esteemed Head. Not sure about vacancies but there is always something.

I think you were very brave but quite franlkly - who needs that sort of stuff!!
Tuesday, 13 March, 2007
Anonymous said…
Oh and here is my 16 year old son's (Sam) blog - v v amusing http://my.innerdreams.co.uk/
Tuesday, 13 March, 2007
The Scribbler said…
Thanks Ali, but I'd rather not teach the kids I was glad to see the back of, when they were permanently excluded....and ended up in your school!

And yes, it would be nice to work with you. Maybe you want to come and work in the school I end up in.

Please tell your son that I'm very impressed with his site, particularly the use of a cloud theme. Sam's going to get far!
Tuesday, 13 March, 2007
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