At my sons' primary school, for example, it's always served for Friday lunch, while my local chippy, Brockley's Rock, is bursting at the seams by 5 p.m. with customers waiting for their weekly treat.
My elder son finishes primary school next week, and nervously prepares himself to enter the furnace of secondary education.
Watching the primary returns, my older son who will vote this year for the first time, remarked, "America needs to admit the masses of bigots we still have... and idiots".
Thus I found the process of submitting my son's primary application especially fraught.
I used sometimes to see Michael Rosen in the playground of my son's primary school, waiting to pick up his children.
Consider the attractive young female teacher at my son's primary school, much liked by the kids, who suddenly resigned at the end of a summer semester.
As a mom who is my son's primary caregiver during the day, it's the choice to embrace the difficult path most of the time.
Mr. Scott's background is also striking: raised by a poor single mother, he defeated, with Tea Party backing, two white men in a 2010 Republican primary: a son of Thurmond and a son of former Gov. Carroll A. Campbell Jr.
After dropping my son off at primary school, I pause momentarily before heading to my cycle locker.
There is much support for the new secondary school, of course, at my son's nearby primary school.
I worked part time, supply teaching in a wide number of settings including my son's state primary school.
