I send Thank-you letters.
We eat a roast every Sunday.
I'd rather phone someone than text them.
I know, how very old school of me.
The subject of what's "Old School" has been a hot topic in my house this week as my son has been brain storming ideas for the school photography competition. Interpret it as you will.
He decided to take a very literal interpretation and he took a photo of an old school building at the Caboolture Historical Village yesterday (pic below).
But the discussion led me to think about my own school days (I am, of course, very old in the eyes of my 14-year-old).
Things I fondly remember include hopscotch, marbles, skipping and elastic (although I admit I no longer have any idea how one plays elastic).
My 10-year-old niece Cleo tells me she still plays hopscotch. She even has a hopscotch mat. There are hopscotch lines on the playground at school.
So we went to have a look and while the lines are there we drew our own in chalk.
Apparently hopscotch isn't so old school after all. Even the cool kids still know how.
