Tom’s bookshelf

Here’s Tom’s bookshelf together with a few of his recent reviews, including of what sounds like a very funny Mr Gum book, and of one of my all time favourites, Anne of Green Gables.


The last Mr Gum book and probably one of the best ones. In this one, Mr Gum is hiding and something is going wrong . Cactuses are growing on the pavements and the clouds are falling out of the sky.  Also, Old Granny keeps finding meat in her sherry. This book is super funny.

Anne is an orphan accidentally sent to Matthew and Marilla . Matthew starts an instant liking to her but it takes a lot of chapters for Marilla to eventually love Anne. I like this book because every chapter is a different story like putting medicine into a cake or getting her friend drunk (by accident of course).

This book is very good . Stephanie is a normal girl until Skulduggery Pleasant comes crashing through her door . Her life suddenly turns into throwing fireballs and manipulating air . I think this book is for ages 7 or 8. I have read many of the sequels and some of them are quite gory.

Science results

Five days after immersing our eggs in vinegar, orange juice, coca cola, tea and water, we examined the results and drew conclusions.

Egg immersed in vinegar

Here are some of Sam, Hollie and Tom’s detailed observations and conclusions.

  • The liquids had different effects on the eggs most of the time.
  • The vinegar dissolved the egg shell the most because it is an acid.
  • In the orange juice, the egg shell only half dissolved because orange juice is less acidic than vinegar
  • The egg shell in the cola only dissolved a bit.   Even though it contains sugar, it isn’t a strong acid.  The sugar damages your teeth when it mixes with bacteria in your mouth.
  • Water did not damage the egg shell and would be the best to drink for your teeth and health.  Water did not change anything because it is neutral.
  • The tea stained the egg but did not dissolve it.  (Whenever you spill tea at home it makes a stain.)
  • Order of strongest acids:
    •  vinegar
    • orange juice
    • coca cola
    • tea and water are not acids
  • Toothpaste helped to protect the eggs from acid and tea staining.



Team 5 reading their autumn poems

Kingsley – your poem did not record.  We’ll do it again.

Harry’s poem:

Squelching through Brockwell Park, I can see
Dogs barking in the wind
Cats hiding from the weather
Leaves falling like feathers.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
It’s damp
It’s cold
The ground is soft and muddy
You can skid in the mud on your trainers
I squish conker shells and take out the smooth shiny conkers.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
Autumn’s song playing in your ear
Parakeets swooping through the air
Leaves crunching under your feet.

Brockwell Park in autumn – poems (2)

Poems by Tom, Annie, Adam, Elwood, Hetty, Chyanne, Kia, Lilah and Macie

Scooting through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
The autumn chill
The sun shining through the trees
The soft, leathery surface of a leaf
A smooth, chocolate brown conker
A squidgy fungus.

Scooting through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Colourful leaves and vibrant trees
Leaves decorating the path with
An emerald, orange and fire coloured carpet.
Leaves playing around on their branches
A leaf slowly fluttering down like a dying butterfly
My breath clouding in front of me.

Scooting through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
The autumn breeze whispering in my ear
Parakeets tweeting crazy tunes
Dogs barking at squirrels
Traffic on the road ahead
Crunching leaves below my feet.


Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Leaves surfing down like a kite floating to the ground
A carpet of amber, gold and cherry red filling the grey path
Squirrels gathering nuts, hibernating hedgehogs
And birds flying far and wide.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
The crunching of leaves
Like burnt bacon
Parakeets screeching
Bursts of lime green in the sky.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
The damp dew on the grass below
The smooth conker shells
Wood brown
Cold breeze on my face
By my foot a silky pigeon feather
As I dropped it, it floated to the damp grass.


Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I see?
Leaves shivering on trees like they
Have frostbite
Swaying like a boat on a choppy sea
Waiting for their time to come
Then they let go of the branch
And ride the wind like a
Professional surfer
Before they start pushing for space
On the ground
Like a rugby scrum.

Walking through Brockwell park
What can I hear?
Parakeets screeching
Dogs barking at squirrels
The wind singing to me
People stepping on leaves that
Crunch under their feet like crisp packets.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I feel?
The autumn chill in the breeze
Blowing in my face
The smooth surface of a
Conker in my palm
That feels like a sheet of
Laminated paper.
I can feel it’s autumn.


Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I see?
Squirrels fighting over acorns
Honey coloured leaves waiting to fall
Chestnuts falling like bombs!
Spiders hiding everywhere you look
Slugs waiting for rain.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I hear?
The drone of cars on the road
The beating wings of the parakeets
The almost silent sound of the autumn breeze.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I feel?
I feel the autumn breeze on my cheeks
I feel damp, wet, honey gold leaves
The ground is slippery and when you skid
You leave marks like slime.


Walking through Brockwell Park
I can see
Acorns dropping with their friends
And family
Saying its autumn.
I can see
Leaves pushing and shoving
While I walk through the swimming pool of
Candy red, lemony yellow
And salad green leaves.

Walking through Brockwell Park
I can hear
The leaves crunching while children play.
I can hear
Parakeets screaming in the
Autumn air.
I can hear
The trees swishing in the cold
Frosty air.

Walking through Brockwell Park
I can feel
The cold autumn breeze on my face
Making me cold.
I can feel
The wet silky conkers
I can feel
The crispy rust red
Leaves under my feet.


Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Autumn leaves shape-shifting into tornadoes
From jade green to rust red and then crispy gold and brown
Leaves are like vibrant birds migrating through wind
Ready to say bye bye summer and shuffle off trees
As they glide down they make autumn’s carpet
Their time has come to become pieces of the earth.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
The scene of autumn
Exploding conkers
Scurrying squirrel footsteps on dry leaves
The flapping of a parakeet
As it goes higher and higher
Fainter and fainter
Such wonderful times that give a tingle of joy
In your spine
When bursts of children laughing reaches your ears!

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
A slight chill of autumn appearing
Whistling wind on my icy toes
The concrete as uneven as can be
Beneath the conkers and acorns
The soggy grass is my mushroom grotto
I can feel the autumn signal engaging my interest
A time for the sparkling, glittering sun above me.


Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Leaves crunching and crackling like crisps
Lots of leaves scattered around like
The people in the underground
A carpet of leaves over the muddy grass.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
A sound of autumn calling me
To play outside
The wind blowing leaves
Crunching under your feet
Dogs barking to the wind.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
A slight chill of air whipping on my cheeks
A wet, damp, marmalade leaf lying on the earth
The damp pavement like an ice skating rink
I pick up a smooth conker shell
And CRACK it went
And the shiny conker popped out.


Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I see?
A carpet of crunchy brown leaves
Leaves scattered everywhere on
The floor like a really bad crowd
Bugs crawling in the tree
Like people in a village
Conkers falling off the tree like coconuts.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I hear?
Parakeets singing to me
Leaves crunching in my ear
Trees rustling like a toy shaker.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I feel?
The autumn breeze making my ears sting
My body feels cold through like its
Frozen to ice
I can feel a red leaf so soft that
I can rub it on my ruby cheeks.


Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Lots of twisted trees
Really cool clouds
The leaves dancing.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
Children collecting conkers
Parakeets screeching for food
Dogs running and barking
The autumn song.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
Wet damp grass that I can skid on
Flat big leaves
With sharp knife edges
Leathery conker shells

Autumn verse

The children experimented with writing verses with a similar rhythm and rhyming pattern to the poem we looked at yesterday.  The idea today was just to have fun and try out some rhymes. We’ll have a go at writing longer poems tomorrow.

School is starting
What a bummer!
Autumn’s coming
Bye bye summer!

Back to school
Acorns, conkers
Rust red leaves
Let’s go bonkers!

Autumn’s here
What a cheer
Pumpkin spiced lattes are back
But I hope there aren’t mice in my flat!

Summer’s ending
Back to school
Lots of friends
Very cool!

Dog’s barking
Conkers falling
Autumn’s here
How appalling!

Summer is ending
Leaves are falling
Dogs are barking
Autumn is calling.

Back to school
Then hibernation
Autumn’s here
An abomination.

Autumn’s coming
Swallows fly
Down to Italy
Swooping through the sky.

Trick or treat!
Scary costumes
Lots of sweets

Shorter days
Brighter lights
Buying presents
What a delight!

Autumn is colourful
Red, brown and green
Prickly conkers
Under the tree.

Summer is over
Autumn is coming
Leaves are falling
Acorns are cracking.

Back to school
Autumn breeze
Grey skies
Golden trees.

Cool sloth on Jupiter

The children have started writing their own stories inspired by The Baboon on the Moon.  Look out on the blog for some finished stories later in the week, but for now here are Oscar, Tom and Azeeza setting the scene.

Cool sloth on Jupiter – by Oscar

Deep in the middle of space a massive planet called Jupiter gradually and slowly span around in circles.  This planet can fit over 2000 Earths inside and had had a storm raging for 350 years. The colours on the surface of the planet glowed in the darkness.

 Bear on Saturn – by Tom

Far, far away a gas planet with an ice ring called Saturn orbited the sun.  Its 62 moons dotted the sky like the pearls of a necklace.

Polar Bear on Uranus – by Azeeza

Far far away, thousands of miles from Earth, a big, blue, cold gas planet known as Uranus orbits around the sun slowly with its many moons.

Dusting the planet Mars

The children started planning their own stories today.  The idea was to use The Baboon on the Moon (whose job is to light up the moon each evening) as inspiration, but to change planet, character and job.  Here’s a selection of the children’s great ideas for the job that their character will be doing in the stories they write starting with Thanh’s character’s endless task of sweeping up all the red dust on Mars!  Do ask your children about their story ideas if you get the chance this evening.

Dusting on Mars – Thanh

Reporting alien activity – Lynden

Photographing Jupiter’s giant red spot – Niccolo

Recording the violent storms on Neptune – Juliette

Making Venus safe from asteroids – Kenza

Directing the orbits of the planets – Harry

Bus driver on Saturn – Tom

Mountaineer climbing the massive volcanoes on Mars – Reuben

Researcher collecting samples of rocks and minerals on Uranus – Azeeza

A dragon keeping the storms raging on Jupiter – Abdi

Searching for dinosaurs on Saturn – Jake

Making sure Mars spins in the correct direction – Annie

Polishing the rings of Saturn – Sam

Ice racing on Saturn’s rings – Rufus

Book reviewer of the week – Tom

Each week I’ll post a review by one of the class of the book they’re currently reading.  To get started, here’s Tom’s review of Kid Normal by Greg James and Chris Smith.  What on earth is a tiny horse summoner? 🙂

Kid Normal

Kid Normal is a boy who goes to a secret school, then he discovers that all of his classmates have powers like flying, controlling the weather or making tiny horses.  But he doesn’t have one. Suddenly his school is taken over by an evil villain called Nektar. Murph (Kid Normal), Hilda (tiny horse summoner), Billy (inflator), Nellie (controls the weather) and Mary (flies) team up to save the day.