The most amazing man I’ve ever met. I had the pleasure of spending 4 days with him, travelling across Poland visiting memorial sites. He shared his story with such bravery and composure. He will be missed.

Even as an adult, the smell of liquid amoxicillin makes me feel physically sick.

Does anyone know when the application results of the tables checking exercise are out and where we check what was/wasn’t removed? Validated data is mid-Dec. @jpembroke any ideas?

I’ve been on maternity leave since June. I’ve just turned on my laptop as need to download something. Can’t remember the password to log into my laptop. 😭😭😭

Secondary colleagues: A friend of mine is going for a role as a cover supervisor. They want to observe her for 30mins but haven’t asked her to prepare anything. Can anyone shed light on what this will look like? They provide lesson on the day which she just delivers blind?

Four terms… or four half terms. There is a significant time difference between the two. Maybe they could use the correct terminology.

Props to staff at my local @AldiUK at the wooden toy event who helped me scan all my items, pushed my trolley to my car and helped me load it all in as I also had baby in the buggy. ❤️

We’ve been dreaming about this moment for 733 days. We’ve been holding our breath in fear for 733 days. We’ve been living in agony waiting for 733 days. But the wait it finally over. Tonight we sleep knowing the nightmare WILL end. Tonight the world got a little brighter again.

Centre Parcs Woburn next week, please send tips and recommendations…

Two years ago today, Avinatan and I came to the Nova Music Festival to celebrate life, but we found ourselves in the dark tunnels of Gaza. I can’t even begin to describe the horrible atrocities of that day. Thousands of young people running in the fields, hundreds of cars trying to escape - all of us begging not to be murdered. October 7 was the last time I saw my partner. In captivity, I asked about Avinatan everywhere I went. I didn’t know if he was kidnapped or murdered, but i was afraid to know the answer. I lived in fear every single day. Being here today is nothing short of a miracle - I am not the same person I was two years ago. I broke down. I rose again. Dozens of times. And still, it hasn’t ended. Two years have passed. We still have hostages clinging on to their lives, each day, each minute, a living hell. Hostages who are starving, waiting for the day that they could see the light again. I miss Avinatan more with every passing day. I hold onto hope, every single day, that this nightmare will end soon, and we’ll finally get to live the life we’ve dreamed of. This nightmare will end only when all the 48 hostages will come back home. We are not losing hope. We pray that in the next few days we’ll hear good news, and by the end of this holiday we will see our loved ones again.

On the second anniversary of October 7, we remember the lives cruelly taken, the hostages still held and the grief that endures. Mourning the innocent is not a partisan act, it’s the beginning of our shared humanity.

Tonight, the Jewish people begin celebrating Sukkot - a festival of joy. But today, being a Jew in 2025, joy feels harder to find. Tomorrow marks two years since the October 7 massacre - the darkest day for the Jewish people since the Holocaust. And here in Britain, our community is grieving and shaken after the terror attack in Manchester last week, on our holiest of holy days - two Jews, murdered in cold blood, simply for being Jewish. Sukkot is a time when we build even when the world feels broken. The sukkah - the structure Jews erect outside our homes during this period - is fragile and temporary - open to the wind, the rain, and the world around us. It offers no real protection, no locks or walls. And yet it stands - a symbol of faith, courage, and resilience. We are reminded that safety is never guaranteed, but strength comes from standing together. From building, even when we are afraid. From refusing to be driven indoors, silenced, or ashamed of who we are. We will not hide. We will not bow to fear. Even in pain, we build. Even in darkness, we bring light. That is the difference between us and those who seek to destroy and hate us. Where they tear down, we build. Where they spread hate, we bring hope. Chag Sameach. 📸 Sukkot, October 2021 - with my great-grandmother Lily Ebert, an Auschwitz survivor, in our sukkah.

It could have been me, my family or my friends. Tomorrow we’re due to go to shul to decorate the sukkah, if we don’t go… they win.

On the holiest day of the year we are attacked at a Manchester synagogue. Our children walk to school behind barbed wire protected by guns. Yet some still answer this atrocity with “what about…” This is my country, the sanctuary my grandfather found after surviving the Holocaust, promising freedom under the rule of law. Today I pray for the victims, thank the brave who responded and wonder if that promise is fading. A community this small cannot stand alone. If you believe in Britain (wherever you’re from & whatever your faith) you must stand with us. Many Jews cannot imagine a future here and history tells us what follows when that happens.

So…hypothetically, if you were looking at schools for your child & the most local one was doing something you thought was a complete waste of learning time… like getting chn to self assess against solo taxonomy statements for foundation subjects… would you still consider it?

There is nothing more rewarding than successfully sucking snot out of your baby’s nose using the snot sucker (not the official name of the machine) and being able to sleep next to them without the continuous noise of a stuffy nose.

I’ve entered the world of looking at Primary Schools for my daughter. The LA I live in are at least 5 years behind the one I work in and there are things in each that I already do not care for. This is going to be really tricky. Any tips?

What is this new obsession that the UK has with pistachio? It’s not a new discovery of nut, it’s always been there. All over food insta is new product launches with pistachio mousse, cream, dip, flavour, milk…

What a day. No Sunday scaries for me last night (except the postpartum mental nightmares which I wish would stop now). Family day at Chessington, crappy M25 home, x2 hair washes then prepped a cottage pie for tomorrow’s dins.