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Last week K11 and i  J12 made this lego band : )

When in Rome…

Salve! Savete ad domus nosti!

Greetings! Welcome to our house! 

Well, my learning Latin proved very useful on Sunday night when we (finally) had THE ‘Ancients Dinner’.

To start at the beginning, you must realize that about five years ago our family and the E family studied Ancient Egypt. Around that time somebody said it would be cool if we could have an Ancient Egyptian dinner.  The mums said it was a good idea…
Since then we have both studied Ancient Greece, Ancient Rome, the Middle Ages including the Vikings, and the Renaissance and Reformation.
The ‘Ancients Dinner’ , as it was now being called, kept getting put off until it was observed that “The whole idea is ancient!”

So Sunday’s dinner was a very special one.

Every one was dressed in  bedsheets authentic togas as we walked next-door to where Grandpa was hiding. Dressing him in a purple toga (after being told that purple is a royal colour he didn’t complain), we paraded back, ignoring the stares we received from the neighbours!!

Once the Mexman (Mexican-immigrant-now-roman-citizen) had delivered a speech about how the Ancient Romans put on banquets and the likeness between a Roman Banquet and the Last Supper, we ate.   

The menu was one fit for a Caesar.

Roasted stuffed Dormouse 
Peacock eggs
Roast Pheasant
Stew on Bread
Grape juice
Roast Pork (complete with apple and crackling)
Marzipan cakes
Honey cakes
Chocolate (to bring us back to modernity)

Joke of the night: Don’t go ROMAN without your toga!!! 

A wonderful night that will undoubtedly be remembered for a long time!

An essay on…


always try to be kind to each other and to everyone else.
1 Thessalonians 5:15b

To be kind is to be, first of all, loving. When you are loving you are doing what God said to do:

“Love your neighbour as yourself .
Luke 10:27
It is being kind when you encourage people. Encouraging a person can help that person in what they are doing. It is also uplifting.
Being patient with people is another way of showing kindness. When you are patient it means that you listen to what that person has to say and you respect what they tell you. It is easier to be kind when you have Patience.
Be kind and compassionate to one another, just as in Christ God forgave you.
Ephesians 4:32
Compassion is being merciful and forgiving; that is another way to be kind, having compassion.
If you have self-control then that will help you to be kinder and to not make fun of people.
When you pray and ask God to help you to do these things, He will help you to be a kinder and nicer person to be around.
Written by J13

Off on a mission

Sherwood Forest


“Master, we can’t let them hang Allan,” Much said excitedly.
Robin was thinking hard and had not heard Much.
“Master, if the Sheriff kills Allan then he wins and that would be-,” Much tried to make a point, but was cut short.
“Much, just hush. We need to think and that cannot be done while you are telling us what we already know, all right?” Djaq knew only too well that Much would not be helping anyone with his verbal thinking! Much was used to be told to hold his tongue, and for a good reason, so he sat down and thought, silently.
“Robin, any plan?” Little John wondered aloud.
Robin felt he had to be strong, or at least appear it, so, picking up his bow, he said, “I have a plan, well, half a plan.”
The outlaws knew when Robin said that, he usually had no idea. Bearing this in mind Will said somewhat obviously, “You don’t have a plan, do you?”
Robin sighed before continuing, “It should be easy. Enter the castle, break into the dungeons, rescue Allan and any other prisoners, ‘rescue’ a few valuables, humble the Sheriff and Gisborne and then leave. But you’re right. I don’t have a clue HOW to do this. The whole place is locked down tight now and it is almost impossible to get into the castle grounds, let alone the dungeons!”
“Robin, we have to find a way to get in. The future of England could be at stake. Remember the Black Knights. No good can ever come out their plotting,” Djaq spoke urgently; she knew how much England meant to Robin.
“Right, I have a plan!” Robin informed the rest of his band.

“Well, that is the best news that I have heard, Robin, since I heard that you hadn’t died in the Sheriff’s snake pit. Believe me, it was terrifying to think of you being dead!” It was Much’s turn to rejoice.
“So what is your plan?” Little John and Will asked in unison, both eager to know.




Nottingham Castle


A coach rumbled up to the castle gates and stopped, the horses welcoming the little rest.
“Who goes there?” Two guards walked over to the carriage to inspect its contents.
“Name?” barked the taller of the guards.
“Sir Walter,” replied the man, who had led the team of horses. He was dressed like a Black Knight.
“And your business?” asked the second guard as he inclined his head toward the carriage.
Sir Walter discreetly showed the guards a ring that, if looked at upside-down, looked like a jackal.
“Open the gates,” yelled the first guard to the gate-keeper. Then to Sir Walter he said, “Pass.”

As the carriage passed through the gates the occupants inside heaved a sigh of relief.
Because the carriage was small, and no guards walked in front to clear the way, the Sheriff, assuming that another load of grain had arrived, did not go out to meet it, but instead sent a guard to help unload the grain.
Expecting someone would come to give a thorough inspection of the carriage, Sir Walter thumped on its side and whispered, “Now lads, time to disappear!”
Out jumped a tall guard, wearing a uniform of black chain mail that didn’t quite fit. Next came two guards of medium height, one being slightly rounder than the other. And lastly, a robed figure and small of stature leapt nimbly from the carriage. Sir Walter walked round to the company and then led the band of guards through the crowd of marketgoers and into a narrow alley way. There Sir Walter removed his helmet revealing the face of Robin Hood! The rest followed suit and Little John, Will Scarlet, Much and Djaq could be seen standing there, waiting for a word from their leader.



“Guards, you!” The Sheriff pointed to one of the ten guards that had answered his call, “You, go and help that man unload his cart. I suspect he is just delivering some grain, oh and while you’re at it you might as well make some money. You could charge him tax or something!”
“Yes M’lord,” answered the guard.
“And,” added the Sheriff, “if anything goes wrong, don’t come to me for help! I already have enough on my plate without having to bother about a merchant and his wares!”
“Yes M’lord. If anything goes wrong though-”

“Enough on your plate?” questioned a voice behind the Sheriff.
“Yes,’ answered the Sheriff without thinking about who he was talking to.
“Did you heed this morning’s advice and buy tongue from the market, or maybe you like pork. It’s your choice really.”
The Sheriff spun around and looked a Black Knight right in the face
“Who are you, Robin Hood?” the Sheriff demanded.
“No!” laughed the Black Knight, “I am Sir Walter of Surrey, and ever glad to be in your service.”
“Then ho-ow do you know about…tongue?”
“Word travels fast, Sir.”
“Oh no! So all the populace knows about my humiliation?”
“I’m afraid so. But all is not lost.”
“If they know, then they will pay!”
“And how will you make them pay?”
“When you and your fellow men are seated in the long hall, then I will tell you my plan.”
While they had been talking the Sheriff had guided Sir Walter to the balcony overlooking the long hall and the pair surveyed the vast space, empty save for the oversized table at the far end. Behind the table was a throne-like chair and in front, facing the table, were ten chairs arranged in a semi-circle. 

“Very well, but please do allow me to take a tour of the castle before we talk. I’ve never been here before,” Sir Walter continued.
“Ah, yes alright. But can you find your own way around? I have to make a few arrangements and-”
“Don’t worry, some of my guards have been here before. Besides, I don’t get lost easily. I have a wonderful sense of direction, maybe even as good as the great Robin Hood!”
“All right, but please don’t mention Robin. He is an enemy of the Crown and has a price on head; five hundred pounds, to be precise.”
“Five hundred pounds, that’s a lot!”
“Yes, and he’s worth every penny!”

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Testing one two three


Sherwood Forest – Outlaws’ Camp


Robin Hood walked into the section of the forest, where he and his band had built an ingenious camp.

He had just been out at Knighton Hall and while he was there one of the many peasants from the castle had sent word to him saying, “Edward and Marian are going to be placed in the stocks that you have just seen being built.”

“Right lads, we are needed at Knighton,” replied Robin, all the while placing more arrows into his quiver. Much looked up and without hesitating, countered, “But Master our camp needs waterproofing…that I would know, because I happen to sleep under the exact spot, where there is a leak. Besides, you yourself said we would be doing that today and to put your mind at ease, Knighton Hall is run by a very capable man.”

Robin was used to this kind of speech and was slightly amused by it. Usually he teased Much about not wanting to work, but this time he decided to refrain from jesting.

“Much is right, Robin. Edward hardly needs a hand at running Knighton,” Allan A Dale put in. Djaq, the Saracen woman, who Robin Hood and his men had freed three years ago, and always capable telling when something was wrong, spoke up, “Robin, has something happened to Edward?” and after some consideration she added, “or Marian?” “It’s a bit like this,” Robin said slowly, “On a whim Prince John has decided to put Edward and Marian in the stocks. Also, Knighton is in danger of being overrun by vermin!”

Will Scarlet, who had been listening thoughtfully, asked, “When you said vermin, did you mean rats?” “Might as well be rats,” answered Robin looking very serious. Allan, who always saw the funny side of things, asked Robin, “Look, I’m not being funny, but are we going to be the Pied Piper of Knighton?” He received an answer that he was by no means expecting, “Yes, I think we could be. Will, we need those instruments that we had yesterday.” The instruments were actually swords and bows cleverly disguised as a harp, a banjo and a flute. Thanks to Will the ‘Crafty Craftsman’, the instruments looked very realistic.

“Why weapons?” That was Little John, John to the outlaws, a man of very few words.

“Would it help if I told you that one of the rat’s names is Sir Guy of Gisborne?” said Robin with the all-to-familiar grin on his face. When the outlaws saw this grin they knew that their captain would do anything. Usually Little John could persuade Robin not to do anything that might endanger their lives even more than the usual, but this time Will took on this job.

“Robin we cannot go, Knighton Hall will be teeming with…with vermin. It will be dangerous and…” Will stopped and looked for help from the others, but they offered none. Much had stopped stirring the squirrel stew he was cooking and was looking hopefully from Will to Robin. Then suddenly he burst out, “Master, the peasants love Edward and Marian and have so little that they won’t go throwing their precious food at them, would they? Once we have got them out of there, we can waterproof the roof. I, for one, will not sleep under a drip!” Robin thought this was getting ridiculous. The men who he, Robin, relied on to help him restore justice, were now worrying about a little danger. Danger was not new to the outlaws and they knew it! He needed to make them see the importance of this matter. And so looking at Much, but speaking to them all, he said with determination, “We have no choice but to go. As you all know, Edward is very weak now and I don’t think he has much of a chance to…unless we get him out of the stocks tonight.” There was a long silence as everyone thought about what Robin had just said. Allan broke the silence, “Well, I always thought his days were…somewhat numbered.”

“It’s not like he’s died yet,” retorted Much, rather indignantly. “Robin, if what you say is true, then Edward must have help, urgently!” Djaq said with concern. Robin smiled. If there was one person who would say that, it was Djaq.

“So are you coming with me?” asked Robin.

“I’ll go where you go, Robin,” said Will, sorry that he had mentioned it would be dangerous; of course it would be dangerous, everything they did was dangerous. The law and outlaws had swapped places and that was dangerous. All the outlaws nodded in agreement. Robin looked gratefully at his band. These were the men he knew.

“Where there’s a WILL there’s a way,” Little John said. He liked sayings and this one was used often, always predictably aimed at Will.

“Is that another saying?” asked Much. He never did understand the sayings.

“Right, meet me on the Great North Road in one hour.” Having said that Robin went off to hunt for something to eat; he was getting a bit tired of eating the squirrel, even though Much said it was chicken.



To the stocks!

Nottingham Castle – the long hall

“Ah, but Robin Hood is an outlaw and outlaws should, and must, be punished….hmm….hung,” said the Sheriff with a grin on his face that was far from kind.
Gisborne sighed. If the Sheriff had said this once, he had said it a thousand times before, each time gaining nothing.

“Forgive me, but if I might be permitted to speak. You kill too readily. When I was Sheriff-,” pleaded Edward.
“Shut up,” barked the Sheriff, then, realizing that the only way to gain this man’s confidence was to listen to what he had to say, he finished warily, “So what do you propose I do?”
Edward briefly looked taken aback, then taking hold of the chance that was in front of him he proceeded to say, “When I was Sheriff I used the stocks or -,” Edward stopped as Sir Guy of Gisborne, otherwise known simply as Guy or Gisborne, stood up.
“M’lord, this man speaks treason. HE must be punished,” said Gisborne with a superior air.
The Sheriff had got up from his throne-like chair and had been pacing up and down the length of the long table that Edward and Gisborne were seated at, when Gisborne interrupted Edward. Now he stopped and looked up at Gisborne.
“Get your dictionary, Gisborne, and find out what treason means. Edward, how would you like to be beaten, then put in the stocks and have rotten eggs and tomatoes thrown at you all day long?”
“Much better than being hung,” replied Edward.
“How much better?” enquired the Sheriff.
“I would rather be first in the stocks than thousandth to be hung, of that I am certain!”
“Oh la di da di da, guards! You can take him away. No, wait! Before you escort this man to the dungeons, I have something to say. Edward, it is a pity you’re not a favorite of Prince John or he might have let you remain as Sheriff. As it happens I am now the Sheriff and I say you are going to wait in the dungeons until I have some stocks erected at Knighton Hall, then you will try them out. Guards! On with the show.”
The guards were just grabbing Edward when Marian burst into the long hall, and seeing her father being led away, she was surprised, but not so surprised that she could not talk.
“What are you doing to my father?”

Gisborne looked over to where the words had been spoken. He was equally surprised to see Marian standing there, but not at all surprised at what she had said. Marian was the type of person that liked to know what was happening.
“Why are you here, Marian?” Gisborne queried.
“Lepers, Gisborne, lepers,” the Sheriff reminded under his breath.
“What, in the name of King Richard, are you doing to my father?” Marian persisted.
“She’s pretty ‘til she talks, isn’t she, Gisborne? Wait guards,” said the Sheriff.
Marian was getting desperate “Guy, what is happening…Guy?”
But it was Guy’s father, who answered. “Oh, Marian, it is a bit like this. Your father and I were discussing the subject of outlaws and law-breakers and what to do with them.” The Sheriff stopped for breath.
“He means Robin Hood!” thought Marian.
The Sheriff continued speaking, “And your father wanted to introduce the stocks. He even went so far as to say he would like to be the first in them.”
Marian was puzzled. It would be the first time her father had said anything of the sort.
“Father?!” she questioned.
“Marian, you know what I would and wouldn’t say. Go my dear.” Edward finished with urgency in his voice.
Now the Sheriff was not about to let Marian go, so, calling his guards, he summoned them to take Marian to the dungeons along with her father, and to the lass he said, “Marian we wouldn’t want you running to Robin Hood for help now, would we? And to enable you to have a party with your father, I will be generous and supply the refreshments – as well as the location. Ha ha.”
Gisborne still had some sense of justice left and he still loved Marian, which is why he protested against the Sheriff saying, “M’lord, about Marian, she is a high born lady.”
“And I am higher. Gisborne, it would do you well to remember who gives the orders,” remarked the Sheriff and with a glance in the direction of Marian, Edward and the dungeons, he went off to see about erecting the stocks. 

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