Mum & GG, Tutor (was a college lecturer) N.N.E.B, SEN & Makaton, Tigers 🐯 🏉& WFC 🐝 fan, Survivor of PE’s🩸& hearing impaired. All views expressed are my own!
I’ve got a Specsavers appointment tomorrow.
It’s in my calendar from when I booked it.
I had an email reminder today yesterday a missed call and two text messages!
It drives me potty- too much! 🙄@Specsavers
They didn't believe anything they said 🗣️ Based on the shocking true events of the John Worboys case, this story of resilience shines a light on the brave women who fought for their truth to be heard
Believe Me starts Sunday 10th May at 9pm on ITV1 and ITVX
#BelieveMe #TrueCrime
🚨 a woman is allowed to have a drink
🚨 a woman is allowed to wear red nail varnish
🚨 a woman is allowed to wear nice clothes
🚨 Men are NOT allowed to r@pe women or men “Believe Me”
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A British school dinner in 1975 was cooked on-site, from whole ingredients, by a dinner lady who knew, without consulting a nutritional database, what a growing child needed to eat.
The dinner was: roast beef, gravy from the drippings, boiled potatoes, cabbage, and sponge pudding with custard made from eggs and milk. Or shepherd's pie from real mince. Or liver and onions. Or fish on Friday, battered and fried in beef dripping.
In a single sitting: haem iron from the meat, calcium from the custard, B12 from the liver, vitamin A from the gravy fat, vitamin D from the eggs, zinc from the beef, omega-3 from the fish, collagen from the gravy, complete protein from every component, and roughly 800 calories dense enough to carry a child through an afternoon of running around a playground in January.
Then the system changed.
In the 1980s and 1990s, local authority catering was outsourced. On-site kitchens closed. Dinner ladies were made redundant. Central production kitchens began manufacturing meals reheated in convection ovens.
The roast beef became a turkey twizzler. The shepherd's pie became a pre-formed disc of processed potato and reconstituted meat product. The liver disappeared entirely. The fish was coated in breadcrumbs and fried in vegetable oil. The custard was made from powder, water, and yellow colouring. The sponge pudding was replaced by a yoghurt tube.
Jamie Oliver's 2005 campaign filmed children who could not identify a tomato. Kitchens where the only equipment was a deep fryer and a microwave. Menus that contained less nutritional value in a full week than the 1975 dinner contained in a single sitting.
The government pledged reform. But the on-site kitchen did not come back. The dinner lady did not come back. The roast beef and the liver and the custard made from eggs did not come back.
The 1975 dinner lady, who had no nutritional qualification and had never heard of a DIAAS score, was producing, at approximately 30p per serving, a meal that contained more bioavailable nutrition than anything the modern system produces at three times the cost.
She has been replaced by a supply chain.
The supply chain is more expensive.
The children are less well fed.
The dinner lady knew what she was doing.
Nobody asked her.
@RoyalMail Hi I’ve had notification from Royal Mail to say my item has been delivered on 23/3 but no idea which delivery depot it’s being delivered to 🤷🏻♀️
Do you know how I can locate?
Looked on tracking but no info so tried calling Royal Mail but 50 minute wait!
“My name’s Walter. I’m the night custodian at Lincoln Middle School. Been mopping these halls for 11 years. Most folks don’t even know my name. I’m just ‘the janitor guy’ who empties trash and fixes broken lockers.
But I notice things.
Like locker 247. Every morning, I’d find food wrappers stuffed in the vents—candy bars, chip bags, cracker boxes. At first, I thought it was just messy kids. Then I realized someone was hiding food.
One night, I stayed late. Around 8 p.m., I heard the side door creak. A girl, maybe 13, sneaked in with a backpack. Went straight to locker 247, stuffed it with grocery bags, then left quickly.
Next morning, the food was gone.
I didn’t report it. Instead, I watched. For two weeks, same pattern. She’d stock it at night. By morning, empty.
Finally, I left a note in the locker:
‘You’re not in trouble. I just want to help. — Walter, the custodian’
Next night, she came to my supply closet, terrified.
“Please don’t tell anyone,” she begged. Her name was Sarah. She’d been sneaking food to three younger kids—brothers whose dad worked double shifts and forgot to buy groceries.
“They’re too embarrassed to ask anyone,” she whispered. “So I use my lunch money and… borrow from my mom’s pantry.”
My heart shattered.
“What if,” I said slowly, “locker 247 just… had food in it? And nobody asked questions?”
Her eyes went wide.
I started small. Spent $30 of my paycheck on peanut butter, bread, juice boxes. Left it in the locker overnight. By morning, gone. So I added more—granola bars, apples, crackers.
Then something unexpected happened. I found money taped inside the locker door.
$5 and a note: ‘I’m a teacher. I know what you’re doing. Here’s for more food.’
Then $20 from someone else.
‘My kid graduated from Lincoln. This school saved him. Keep going.’
Within a month, other staff knew. The nurse donated. The librarian brought canned soup. The gym teacher left his Costco card.
“Buy in bulk,” he said. “I’ll cover it.”
Locker 247 became legendary—but quiet. No announcements. No assemblies. Just… there. A place where hungry kids could take what they needed without shame.
Sarah graduated last year. Came back to see me during finals week.
“Walter, I’m studying social work now,” she said. “Because of you. You taught me something. Hunger hides in plain sight. But so does kindness.”
She handed me a photo. Locker 247—but at a different school. Across town.
“My college volunteer project,” she smiled. “We’re putting them everywhere.”
I cried in my supply closet that night. Sixty-nine years old, crying over a locker.
Now? Seventeen schools in our county have them. They call it The 247 Project.
Stock the locker. Ask no questions. Feed the invisible kids.
I’m just a janitor. I mop floors and unclog toilets. But I learned this:
Sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is notice.
And then quietly make space for dignity.
So look around—at school, work, your neighborhood. Someone’s hiding their hunger. Their struggle. Their shame.
Leave something behind.
Food. Money. Hope.
Locker 247 isn’t just metal and paint.
It’s proof that caring doesn’t need permission. Just action.
And it starts with seeing what everyone else walks past.
Let this story reach more hearts.”
~ Meredith Watson
Receiving a cancer diagnosis is hard for anyone, but it is especially hard for parents with younger children.
Too many are forced to worry about travel costs for treatment.
That’s why we’re launching a £10m travel fund for young people with cancer.
👇🏻
https://t.co/IToF8Bdhac
During today’s training session @WatfordWorkshop we were distracted (out of the window) by a squirrel making a nest up the tree so we changed plan and researched squirrels. Do you know what their babies are called? We didn’t but we do now 😊
I’ve been through the first set of new Ofsted framework Primary school reports. Makes for very interesting reading. I’ve done some summarising and bits based on all of them as a whole. Key similarities, common strengths/weaknesses etc. Let me know if you’d like a copy.