Today Danielle officially became a “Grey”, as girls who attend The Greycoats Hospital School for Girls are called. We woke up at 6.15 am to get ready (sheesh – this used to be normal for me when I went to school, but it was HARD today). Of course, being the first exciting day, we were both ready by 6.33 – to leave for 6.55 (out schedule was very precisely worked out by daddy!) After taking the “new uniform” photos (by the front door):
The New Grey
We left home at 6.52 to walk to Brockley Station. Crossing to platform 1, we caught the 7.01 (instead of the 7.09 as planned) train to Whitechapel. We arrived at Whitechapel, and “followed daddy’s gut feeling” and went to the District Line platform 3, where we waited just 2 minutes for our tube to St James’s park. (So much for the effectiveness of the Tube Strikes!)
We got to St James’s park at 7.45, and then tried to follow daddy’s iphone “Google maps” app to Greycoats. After going the wrong way a few times, and around the block twice, we asked for directions (which Danielle had suggested doing as soon as we got off the tube!). Less than 5 minutes walk later, we arrived at the school….
… where Daddy proceeded to embarrass Danielle to her new teachers for the first (of probably many) time(s).
She had forgotten to have a drink at breakfast, and as the tooth fairy had raided Daddys wallet for Michael last night, he didn’t have any change to buy her a bottle of water, and as we don't know the area, we decided not to take the time to walk around looking at Daddy’s Google maps app trying to find one. (Who says I don’t learn from my mistakes?!) Instead, daddy suggested Danielle go to the bathroom, and grab a drink from the tap while she is there. Danielle got a look of absolute HORROR on her face as daddy went up to a random member of staff and asked if she could go to the toilet. To add to the embarrassment, the teacher said :
“I’ll take her, and then later we’ll have a chat about when you can and can’t go to the toilet.” Trying to rescue things, Daddy said “Well, I’m very sorry – it was my fault not hers for not taking her earlier.” (!!!)
I kissed her goodbye, and left her walking shamefacedly off with the teacher trying much more diplomatically than daddy did to rescue the situation saying “Thank you very much. I’m sorry about this!”
Of course, in all the drama, I forgot to take a picture of her going in the doors for the first time. Will have to rememdy that with a picture at the end of the day!
Oh… and then I texted her to say I hope that I didn’t get her in trouble, to which I got the hasty reply:
“No turnin off fone”
Probably a wise move…