It's cold outside (no kind of atmosphere)

So Grandad heard that little-known coastal settlement 'Portsmouth' has recently provided 4 young radicalised muslim men who, fuelled by hilariously heretical and archaic beliefs, have gone off to Syria, joined the jihadi movement, and been killed for their made-up gods. Grandad asks if we knew any of them. Yes, of course we did ...
Today we watched a film in class and we all laughed so much our teacher sent us on a walking tour of the playground to calm down. As she was the worst offender I suggested the same for her and she banished herself into Miss Weld's class for a while.
Incidentally, here is the newly built quiet zone with rain shelter in the playground. It rained at pickup time so the handlebars on my scooter were wet. This is why I refused to scoot it home and trundled along in a big silent sulk the whole way. Teenagers don't magically appear, you know, you have to work at it.
I tidied my room in preparation for the Zoe-cleaner tomorrow and separated another batch of stuff for the charity shop, including the stuffed giraffe which I have tried to offload at least 3 times, but Jof keeps rescuing it.
The traffic was so intense, man, that we got to gymnastics 17 minutes late. I am super-proud to be able to do 2 press-ups.
My Dreamscape diorama for half-term homework is also about life under the sea, a common theme even though the Terminator haunts most of my actual dreams.