I’m back in Pompey.
I am also shorn, clipped and coiffed!
I have my real head back.
Whoo hoo!
Today has been a good day because I’ve seen Sassy, Crisp-e, Mad Matt and we have laughed!
Sassy brought tea, for every time of day, from Raffles Hotel, Crisp-e brought greenery, Mad Matt brought tales from Mayhem and his cheery disposition.
I would just like to take this opportunity to congratulate Daffers.
Not only did she manage to get an ‘Outstanding’ for her teaching during the LEA inspection, she did it wearing odd shoes.
Nice one Daffers, that’s better than the inside out blouse of the last one!
We worked out that Crisp-e has now spent more on cycle locks for his Batty Boy Bike than he spent on the bike itself.
He also came out with my ‘sentence of the month’, so far,
“I drank a can of this stuff called ‘Relentless’, I could see the fucking air in front of me vibrating, kid’s faces were just blurred and people moved like they were in that film, Jacob‘s Ladder.”
We were discussing the myriad of substances we have used to ‘pep’ ourselves up at school.
Today has been a good day because this has made me chuckle. The idea of paedophiles who were “angry and outraged” when they found out the ‘12 year old’ living with them was in fact, 29.
Cracker!
Shame. I think they felt their trust had been abused.
Today has been a good day because England won a game of something sporty.
Today has been a good day because I am wearing new underwear. Both cheeks of my arse are in at the same time and I can be run over without fear of shaming anyone. (Or pulling anyone)
Mildly annoying today.
The child next door has been given a fucking recorder or some sort of blowy instrument. She seems to think ‘panting’/ 'humming' the tune in to it works better than covering the fucking holes and playing it.
I beg to differ.
I hope they manage to sell the house before she moves on to the violin.
That would be too much.
5 comments:
Ah, the recorder, doesn't it just haunt everyone's memories of primary school? (that and very small and smelly toilets)
Those creepy coat hooks that are at waist level..
*shudder*
oh gordon bennett yes, I remember them well, usually with a cheesy picture above the hook, a butterfly or some such....
All the kid's crap kept in a grey drawer which is presented to you at Parents' Evening.
When Naomi was ill I did all the school plays, sports days, discos and fucking parents evening bollocks. The worst one being the dreaded Summer Fete!
Where I heard a line I hope never to hear again,
"Spin the wheel, you can win a bottle of Pomangne!".... Like this was a good thing.
Ah the joys of young children learning to play the violin! Two of my scottish nieces were so affected and they used to do their early morning, pre-school practising in the room I slept in. It was one of the few things that could get me out of a comfy pit in under 10 seconds.
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