Daily Archives: April 19, 2016

Bonding Squares, Sketchers and Roger McGough

Bonding squares are provided to mums whose babies are in a neonatal unit.  Each mum is given two squares, one is put with her  baby and one is kept on mum’s body. Every twelve  hours they are swapped over.   They help the Mother and baby to bond by smell in cases where they can’t physically touch.   I have made two pairs so far to go via Caring Crafters of Cornwall, with my little hats, for our local hospitals.

bonding squares

Bonding squares

Redruth was filled with children from Trewirgie School today, all sitting and sketching some of our beautiful buildings. I asked if I could photograph one girl’s work and here it is. They were having such fun and were making all the shoppers smile with delight at seeing what must have been nearly the whole school out working in the sunshine.



I just love this poem by Roger McGough, ‘First Day at School’

A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in uniform
Lived all their lives in playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don’t let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up.

And the railings.
All around, the railings.
Are they to keep out wolves and monsters?
Things that carry off and eat children?
Things you don’t take sweets from?
Perhaps they’re to stop us getting out
Running away from the lessins. Lessin.
What does a lessin look like?
Sounds small and slimy.
They keep them in the glassrooms.
Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine.

I wish I could remember my name
Mummy said it would come in useful.
Like wellies. When there’s puddles.
Yellowwellies. I wish she was here.
I think my name is sewn on somewhere
Perhaps the teacher will read it for me.
Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea.


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