school wind

My mention of the wind proved prescient. I tutored 3 Grade 7 boys today.  And of course the session was constantly interrupted by flatulence.  There were also sexual references and coarse language, but fortunately no nudity, sex scenes or violence.

They are, however charming kids and I learned a lot about them.  There may have been some maths learning too.  As you can see, the school is an august institution (or they nicked the stone from somewhere else).

Here's the view as I leave school and walk home.  The school is 15 Melbourne Street, we are 13 Melbourne Street.  I refer to it as the Paris end.