Raised in Kent, I graduated from The University of Birmingham in 1999. I then travelled around Europe, living and working in the Czech Republic before going to Sydney for a year and then Sweden for three years. I now live in the UK as the mother of three young children and a secondary school English teacher.
As children, my sister and I were often bemused by the calm manner in which my mum would respond to crimes we considered heinous, yet become upset over trivial misdemeanours.
By Beth Johnsson | Notebook | Wednesday, 1 May 2013 at 3:00 am
I was planning lessons for a year 7 class today, about short story writing and how to create a three dimensional character. One of the ways we learn about a character, I teach them, is through what other characters think, say and feel about them. It occurred to me that this is perhaps at odds with the rather modern concept that we should worry less about what others think and instead be brave and confident in ourselves.
By Beth Johnsson | Health, Notebook | Thursday, 18 April 2013 at 6:33 pm
I rarely remember my dreams. I suspect this is because they are rarely unusual or noteworthy enough to hold on to, too often revolving around the pile of marking or the imminent Ofsted inspection to warrant using precious memory space!
By Beth Johnsson | Health, Notebook | Wednesday, 3 April 2013 at 3:39 pm
I never expect anyone to know what Rett Syndrome is. In the three years since Hannah was diagnosed, only twice has someone responded with ‘ yes, I’ve heard of that’, and both times it was because they had seen a documentary about Coleen Rooney’s sister.
By Beth Johnsson | Health, Notebook | Monday, 25 March 2013 at 2:49 pm
The name of your child’s school on the screen of your vibrating phone makes any parent nervous. It’s hard not to imagine the worst, even if only for a nano second.
By Beth Johnsson | Health, Notebook | Wednesday, 20 March 2013 at 3:17 pm
I lost an old friend this week. Not in the idiomatic sense that he passed away, nor in the literal sense that I misplaced him in a crowded supermarket and never found my way back to him.
By Beth Johnsson | Health, Notebook | Friday, 15 March 2013 at 3:27 pm
1Doctor Who ‘The Name of the Doctor’ – Series 7, episode 13
2On The Road at the Giro d’Italia: Feeling ill and racing in the rain must be pretty grim
3Where have property prices been reduced most in the UK?
4Syria’s cannibal rebel defends himself
5Dish of the Day: How to… make one of the sublimest of cocktails, the Negroni
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