All back to normal - or at least what passes for it round here

The boys went back to school at last today. They are starting Year 10. At the end of the year they will (hopefully) get the School Certificate.
Jamie says he has the coolest History teacher in the history of History teaching - because she knows when the atom bomb was dropped on Hiroshima (!?).
Robbie has two new boys in his group and has been buddied up with a boy called Mark who has come from Germany. His mother is Australian and decided after 25 years away she wanted to come back apparently.
Ishbel went back to school yesterday. Over the weekend and the few days in the run up to going back she had begun to speculate about who her teacher might be. She was hoping for a Mrs Dalkeith who is Scottish and hoping not to get Miss T. Initially the children go back to the classes they were in at the end of the previous year. Sometimes it can take a day or two for the school to arrange the classes, depending on last minute enrolments, leavers, etc. This time they sorted them out very quickly and Ishbel came back saying she was in Miss T's class and she was very nice.
Emails have been going round my group of Faulco mums, checking who is in which class. None of us are terribly au fait with who is who on staff and the question was posed, "what does Miss T look like?". One answer was that she was "the spinsterish looking one with the bad hair".
"Nah, that didn't help, need more info, that only eliminated (the glamourous) Anthea Lundqvist-Hayes."
Anyway, it's nice to be back in to some sort of routine and the children, while they are grumbling about having to go to school, have a good time with their mates and with something to keep them busy.
I'm looking forward to the silence in the house when I come home for lunch.