Posts Tagged ‘catchment

I have to say, I look with dread

Upon this Thursday hence.

Appeal day will be ahead

– We’ll need to make some sense.

For oldest one and middle child

– through no fault of their own –

We’ve had to get appeals filed

It makes me want to groan.


It seems we’ve moved into a place

Where schools are all so good

That even with a catchment ace

Right in our neighbourhood

Our kids a place there must forego…


According to admissions

“The class was full three years ago

You really ought to listen.

The other children got here first.

They come from miles away

And just ‘cos your position’s worse

Don’t mean that they should pay.”


That’s fine, we say, just put us in

the next school round the corner.

“Sorry ma’am, but with chagrin

I really must inform ya

That they’re full too. You’ll have to send

Your oldest one right here

The fact that it would then depend

on buses far and  near

is rather academic…. Look,

according to this table

It’s under three miles in my book

So you really should be able.


“There’s more! As if to play the fool,

The place for kiddie two

Will be at quite another school

More miles away from you.

It would be fine to take a car

Each school?  Ten minutes flat

Walking might be rather far..

we don’t consider that.”


Yes – that is why I heave a sigh,

anticipating terror…

How can we get our kids to school

And make them see their error?

Wish me luck you lovely folk…

I need all you can muster

To make them see it’s not a joke

And get through all the bluster.







I couldn’t help but post a status update on Facebook when our offer was finally accepted (yes, the one I had already re-designed the kitchen for).  So it’s probably no longer a surprise to most of you.  But I have to admit, even though it could all go horribly wrong, it is wonderful to be out of property limbo at last.

It reminds me a little of when loved one proposed to me all those years ago.  He likened it – after the hankies had been handed out – to pressing the ‘go’ button on the wedding plan.  It all began, and didn’t stop till we were married.

And indeed, within an hour of the offer being accepted, I’d phoned the solicitor, emailed a couple of surveyors for quotes, ditto for the removal company, and by 9.30 this morning I’d arranged the mortgage application appointment and been contacted by all three schools within walking distance.  My ear is hot from having a phone surgically attached to my ear and my back aching from being hunched over the laptop emailing non-stop.

Unfortunately, all the local schools are full for the years that middle and oldest ones will be coming into.  We solved the rental issue, though.  For the two months or so, loved one’s darling parents have kindly agreed to have us stay with them. This will save us a couple of thousand pounds. It also puts us in the correct local authority for schools, although unfortunately it won’t get us into the right catchment.

I reckon what will swing the schools will be the attitude of the council officer in charge of our case. If they understand and they are on our side, they will find a way to make it work for us.

If they don’t, well, I might find myself fumbling around the world of home education until a suitable solution is found.  And, as was pointed out to me this morning, a couple of months’ break from the rigours of school life won’t ruin them.

To be honest, if we were trying to rent in a strange new place as well, the concept of home educating would just be too much, especialy when I have my own studies to consider. But anticipating the calming presence of my mother-in-law has made me feel it could be a possibility.

But only if absolutely necessary. Let’s hope the council come up trumps and magic me up a couple of school places.

A move date

Posted on: 17/08/2011

That’s right.  We have a moving date.  29 September.  Expect some disruption to your usual service.

Only thing is, it’s a one-way moving date.  We move out on 29 September.

As things stand right now, we become homeless that day. Rental property is like gold dust where we are looking (we’re trying to look in the school catchment that we want so that the kids don’t have to change schools.)  I got in touch with three agents today, who all said that the property advertised has already gone.

Boo. Those were the only ones in the area.

All this on top of not yet knowing whether we’ve got the house we want to move into (which won’t be available till December, hence the homeless thing).   We found an extra few grand after loved one filed his company tax return and discovered he had a rather nice rebate, meaning we could offer what they needed.  But…they still haven’t come back to us.  I believe it’s just a bit convoluted rather than deliberate silence, since there’s the selling agent, the developer, the developer’s agent and the owner of the house we want that’s buying the new home from the developer that Jack built, and all of them have some say in whether our offer is accepted.

Still with me? I think you get the gist.

Do any of you have any nuggets of wisdom on the rental thing?  In spite of my original leanings towards the idea of home-schooling for a short period of time, my realist self tells me I won’t get much education into them when I’m going to be busy (a) trying to move and (b) trying to complete my diploma.

Really not sure what to do.  It’s a bit of a headache really.  (Mind you, loved one seems fairly chilled out about it all.  He nipped out for an hour this afternoon (he’s on leave this week) and came back with a brand new iPad. I refuse to be jealous. As long as he lets me use it regularly, that is.)

But no! A brainwave! Perhaps…the answer is not to rent there but to  North Bedfordshire will be an awful lot cheaper than South Buckinghamshire. Local friends will be delighted (I hope) to see us for a little longer, and we won’t disrupt the schooling.

Need to consult with loved one about it – assuming I can prise him away from the new iPad long enough to have a conversation, that is – but I think this may be the answer.

Hooray!  I love blogging.  I always seem to get a solution. 🙂