Closure of the UEA Early Years Professional Status programme
Do a girl a favour and sign/share! The EYP Status at the UEA is the only specialist graduate early years qualification offered locally. Without it, we won’t be able to professionalise the workforce and attain better outcomes for children.
Sunday afternoon
The Princess Bride. Dandelion and burdock tea. Sesame Snaps. Pear smoothies. Roast dinner soup.
F.A.T. Lab and Sy-Lab are pleased to present the Free Universal Construction Kit: a matrix of nearly 80 adapter bricks that enable complete interoperability between ten* popular children’s construction toys. By allowing any piece to join to any other, the Kit encourages totally new forms of intercourse between otherwise closed systems—enabling radically hybrid constructive play, the creation of previously impossible designs, and ultimately, more creative opportunities for kids. As with other grassroots interoperability remedies, the Free Universal Construction Kit implements proprietary protocols in order to provide a public service unmet—or unmeetable—by corporate interests. (via The Free Universal Construction Kit | F.A.T.)
Man, oh man!
(via criticalconsciousness)
Professional blog.
For those of you enjoy the rare slices of genuinely amusing nonsense that find their way on to my Tumblr, I feel I owe an explanation for my future blogging behaviour.
I’ve been offered a Senior Early Years Practitioner position in a local school, which means more work and less play. If it’s the lack of funny words you’ll miss, I’m sure they’ll still pop up on my educational blog (I know, sneakily using Tumblr for something productive is shameful and abhorrent!)
In other news, I went car viewing today and I am utterly exhausted. Good night.
we’ve all had this argument and EVERYONE is convinced they’re right
Biscuit.
By composition alone, it is a cake. It’s a sponge base with orange goo and a chocolate icing.
The only possible reasoning for someone thinking is a biscuit, is that supermarkets tend to place it in the biscuit aisle.
I’m English and I take cake seriously (with tea).
I like it when it snows and you drive along feeling you just made the jump to light speed.
(Source: stainsonthememory, via entartetekunstler)
(Source: poisonisneverenough, via millenniumfalcon)
Things rarely get as competitive…
as Friday evening Xbox.
It’s not just a test of your technological skill, your scathing pop culture fuelled wit is stretched to the limits as you search for ever more elaborate taunts and victory statements.
Add a bottle of SoCo, the best Chinese in 70 miles and a few good friends…
GAME ON!
Sometimes…
I wish I could excuse myself from going to work and meetings by having a tantrum.
Purely because saying “but I don’t want to!” doesn’t seem to work as an adult.
“What was that? Volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others.”
I’ve got a Bumblebee-esque “I’m so excited!” thing going.
(Source: whitelaws, via flynnboyant)
Poster ideas for Fedrigoni’s new paper selection tool, ‘Imaginative colours’.
(Source: samcurtisdesign)
I’m fairly sure…
that writing about communication greatly diminishes communicative skills.
That and I’m almost certain that this research has driven me a little mad. I’ve got to that stage of tired where you get that tingly, not quite pins and needles-y feeling when you yawn.
I think I might navigate the fortress of books I’ve built around myself (any longer and it would have transformed into a motte-and-bailey using this armchair) and go to bed.
Going to bed didn’t happen. I ended up Googling castles (definitely a worth-while pastime).
On the plus side, I found this.
I love being home. Whilst deciding whose turn it was to put the kettle on, some genius pressed play on the stereo and this blared out.
MY LIFE HAS THEME MUSIC.

