So here we are at the end of my son’s final year of high school. He is unrecognisable as the pale blond boy, with a mother’s bad haircut, who entered Montessori as a three year old. His hair is darker, barber cut, his face longer and more bored. He seldom laughs, at least around his… Read more
Four days at Rottnest over winter.
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