A bit of a first for me today, there was a coffee morning on, which coincided with Boy Lacer being at playgroup, so for the first time ever I got to go to a coffee morning where I didn’t have to keep three quarters of my attention on what Boy Lacer was doing, which is always a conversation killer.
As usual when you get a bunch of mums together, the topic of conversation always turns to schools and as our local school situation even made a national newspaper yesterday, there’s lots to gossip about because of course the worry as soon as you’ve got your child into the primary school of your choice, you then worry about that secondary school place. Possibly a bit of excessive worrying normally but locally there’s a baby bulge and already a shortage of secondary places. Funnily enough me and Mr. Lacer were talking about the very same topic last night whilst watching Relocation, Relocation and getting sickened by all the gorgeous big houses in the country, not that much more expensive than our tiny shoe box flat, we’re staying where we are for the moment because the school is just too good to leave, particularly for Boy Lacer but when it comes to secondary school, if it looked like Girl Lacer wasn’t going to get into the local highly competitive grammar, we’d have to consider moving to the country (because the secondary school options currently are not good), which actually sounds quite nice. I’ve always been an either / or girl, it’s got to be either the city or ‘proper’ countryside, after a childhood spent mostly growing up in dormitory suburbs, I ain’t going back!
Anyway it’ll be another 5 years before we have to make decisions like that, which seems like a long time but considering we’ve already lived here for 5 years and feel like we’ve only just moved in, I know it’s going to go quickly. It’d be a hard decision though, moving house to get Girl Lacer into a good secondary school would mean taking Boy Lacer out of a very good primary school, perfect for his needs.