tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705434510664520110.post4114026182701613491..comments2024-02-20T12:47:17.532+01:00Comments on Bits 'n Bob's/Show 'n Tell: Little Bo Peeppoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976320013870023366noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705434510664520110.post-24938046447303972612009-09-10T22:05:43.002+02:002009-09-10T22:05:43.002+02:00Thank you Vicki, that's a really nice thing to...Thank you Vicki, that's a really nice thing to say<br />And wierdly coincidental, as yesterday i was working with someone who is doing intensive English lessons and i was meant to do phone language.<br />I used my usual supports and it was too difficult for her, i finished the session feeling that i had failed.<br />today i was lucky to get a second bite at the cherry as i had another two hours with her.<br />I grabbed a book from the shelves in the office knowing that it would be perfect for her.<br />As i marched towards the photo copier i looked at the cover.<br />One of yours!<br />Thanks again.poppshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08976320013870023366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705434510664520110.post-12430692689982361252009-09-10T07:02:45.878+02:002009-09-10T07:02:45.878+02:00I love the way I get transported into another worl...I love the way I get transported into another world when I visit your blogVicki Holletthttp://www.vickihollett.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705434510664520110.post-59807781943060381112009-09-09T21:30:55.507+02:002009-09-09T21:30:55.507+02:00one stops - they all stop.
one moves to the left -...one stops - they all stop.<br />one moves to the left - they all move to the left.<br />Behaving like ....a bunch of sheep.poppshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08976320013870023366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705434510664520110.post-41719367945604668052009-09-09T21:27:21.512+02:002009-09-09T21:27:21.512+02:00We have the same here in Abruzzo called "Tran...We have the same here in Abruzzo called "Transhumanza" - the moving of sheep from the mountains to the lowlands every year. I know the feeling, trying to go down our dirt track "road" but being hampered by hundreds of bleating sheep, crossing the track in a leisurely fashion...without a care in the world.Janet Bianchinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11091873251779290222noreply@blogger.com