Thank God It's Friday
Tuesday: The people buying our house want to move in as soon as possible so we have a lot of clearing out to do. We start in the loft.
Why are teachers such hoarders? Pine cones, bottles, wool, shells, brown paper. Even a vintage Child Education magazine, circa l962, with sexist and racist pictures a-plenty.
I thought the local primary school might make use of the deer antlers and the box of yoghurt pots. The school has gone grant-maintained but they're always organising events to raise money so I took round a box of goodies.
It's the first time I've been into a school since I retired and the memories come flooding back, inspired by the smell of school dinners and polish.
And two small boys standing facing the wall next to the headteacher's room.
A wet lunchtime, and already I was beginning to forget the teacher's lot. And that irks for I mustn't forget.
Teachers need all the support they can get.
Wednesday: Still sorting, but now we've moved to the garage. The only destination for most of the junk is the council rubbish tip. At its entrance I am stopped by a group of children with their teacher. Would I mind answering some questions? How far had I come with my rubbish? What was in it? How often did I visit the tip? Were there better ways of getting rid of rubbish? That sort of thing.
Driving home, I thought a lot about what the children had been learning. Which attainment targets? Programmes of study? And how to get rid of rubbish.
Thursday: I called in at the estate agents where a student from a local school was doing work experience. He told me he'd been advised to see what the real world looked like before he set out on his chosen career of teaching. I didn't ask who gave him that advice.
Friday: The solicitor rings to say we're ready to exchange contracts and a completion date is fixed. They say that moving house is one of the most stressful things in life but my wife and I disagree. We think it'll be a piece of cake compared with what we endured as headteachers.
And that was stress which lasted for five or six years when the "furniture" was constantly being moved and changed - by other people. No, we're definitely in charge this time and they do say a change is as good as a rest.
Dennis Ruston and his wife Denise, who taught mostly in Hertfordshire, have moved from Leighton Buzzard to Horbling in Lincolnshire.