Call me

Tomorrow I take 36 medium sized children camping for the whole weekend as I am quite clearly insane. The beauty of it is that I will have no time to worry about the state of the nation, budgets (national and personal) or to join in David's conference call. My heart did leap slightly when I received the message with "Call Me" on (although I firmly pledged to one of the two Eds, I just need to decide which...) only to plummet when I realised I was just part of a cynical exploitation of communication media. Plus how hideous! Conference calls are mortifying enough when you HAVE to do them let alone join up with god knows how many (strange) people all politely trying not to interrupt , cough or snore whilst trying to sound intelligent. Besides I will be meeting David twice in the next two weeks both at the women's event (aaaggghh) and also when he visits my small dot of red. The local MP has kindly and bravely said I can bring small child along and sheis VERY excited. "Ask him what he can do for you" I have primed her but truth be told she would sell her vote for sweets.

Meanwhile the madness continues as I sent D along to the Free School meeting ensuring he missed the first half of Spain-Germany. Verdict? Never going to happen, he predicts calmly. They have no site, management team, formal proposal, proper grasp of the finances or real need - and they want to open in 2 years. All well and good BUT apparently as school rebuilding is stopped and education budgets are slashed the money for this particularly nasty Tory experiment with back door education privatisation is ringfenced. Priorities Call-me-Dave and Gideon, priorities. It will come as little surprise to anyone with half a brain that half the interested parties are consultancies... Still a small ray of sunshine comes in the form of Michael Gove having to grovel apologies in sackcloth and ashes. We need some stocks, I'll rot tomatoes especially...