The two-minute noise thread got me thinking about this. I do cherish times of silence; perhaps because they can be rare things in a busy life. That moment at the end of the school day when I've handed over the last child in the playground and I return to the classroom - and everything is at peace. It's glorious. Of course it doesn't last because the reality of all the after school marking and preparing and organising quickly descends. But that short moment is a precious, precious thing. In contrast, there was the two minutes of rememberance yesterday with the entire school body packed into the school hall, lit only by candles, in absolute silence. You could have heard a pin drop. There is something so powerful and extraordinary in communal silence.