From what others say, they imagine that we have a timetabled day.
They imagine that we start the day with the children sat at the table, pens poised above their workbooks.
They imagine that I teach them maths and literacy and history; that I hire a tutor to come and teach them science and languages.
They imagine that my children sit at that table from 9am until 3pm, perhaps with a recreational break at lunch time.
I do try to keep a straight face. Honest. It's not their fault.
The truth is, if any of them saw our table they would realise, first of all, that it is not an ordinary table at all.
It is certainly NOT a table that you can sit at.
A Home Educator's Table.
Other home educators will know what I mean when I say that. But for those who think that a table, is, well, simply a table, I will do my best to explain.First of all, if you wish to see my table up close, there are obstacles to overcome.
The mop bucket
The dead plant
Discarded clothing belonging to other people's children
A metal detector
The old vacuum cleaner bag awaiting dissection to rescue accidentally-vacuumed precious items
And the rest of it
A printout from wikipedia of Bertholt Brecht's 'The Caucasion Chalk Circle'. (And a basket of assorted items, including the inside tube of a cone of wool and a plastic carrier bag)
So, you see. I have let you into the inner sanctum of The Home Educator's Table.
If you think my children sit at a table all day. Think again.