cats are crazy creatures

Monday evenings are fun.

Its been a busy day at work. I used to love being a teacher, but today... not so much. I want to be a good teacher. This I know I'm good at. When did this include strategic management of subjects and piles of paperwork?! rubbish.

This calls for..... Pizza wine and TV!!!! ok so i did nearly 2hrs of work first. and now i reside in the sinfully happy world of duvets, Gok wan and sleeping cats. Soon I shall head to sleep and hope tmrw proves to me that being a good teacher is good enough.

Click my heels together 3 times, they sparked a little but nothing happened. There's no place like NQT, there's no place like NQT.....

INTI

How metre sticks have shrunk.

I have discovered today that my perception of space (and probably time) seems warped in my old age.

Today after eating a hearty roast dinner with Steph, where in we had roast ham and pigs in blankets, we capped off this feast with the traditional dinner relax, and watched the posieden adventure.

This is where the discussion of space and measure was started. When Mrs Rosen swims through the passage to the engine room we mused as to what 35ft looked like, as i said i was able to hold my breath for a whole length of 25m swimming pool so would have been able to do the passage no problem. We mused as to how big 35ft was and i said "well there are 3 ft in a metre" causing Steph to gafaw and mime the length of a metre. I then said a metre was much bigger and was "this big" ( visual mime here... not good for writing purposes i realise, but i mimed bigger....) Hilarity ensued and we ended up using string and tape measures to find out how wrong I was. It turns out i think a metre was 135cm.

I was wrong, and i remarked how metre sticks had shrunk these days and Steph agreed.

Too many pigs in blankets were consumed for lunch methinks.... hmmmm.

Apologies for this rather strange insight into my life.

I liked it though... it made me giggle!

INTI

DISCLAIMER

It would appear that the high pressure nature of yesterday got to me.

I would like to sincerely apologise for the exceptionally bad spelling and writing in yesterdays blog.

I am ashamed.

INTI

i need a ha ha ha hideaway!

The evening of wine tasting has arrived. STOP. I write to you from a secret hideaway STOP. I am in mis this y attic STOP. I have supplies STOP. I have made pork and apple casserole STOP. this is now in my stomach STOP. I also have guiness STOP. and crisps STOP. I wonder if this is how fugatives feel?!!!!

So far the lunacy of what i am doing has not taken over. Well maybe a little. I will now tell the tale:

I sped home from school knowing full well that i have 500g of diced pork in the fridge to cook before it went off.... challenge anneka prevailed... "laura has 45 mins to safely cook dinner and set up operation hide from wine tasting man!! will she do it?! who knows?! stay tuned!!! SO i got in and set up the house> heating >lights> note on door apologising for having to go out, please level contact details etc> then i started cooking with a head torch on. I must say i have truly created a great pork and apple casserole under such high pressure situations!

So at 7pm i brought everything up to the attic put on the tv and sat waiting for THE KNOCK.

It never came.

At 7:30 i got a phone call on house phone which i didn;t answer.

&:40 cama and went... no knock....

At 7:45 i got a succession of at least 5 phone calls whcih i didn't answer..... hmmmm me thinks creeepo wine man is cross??!

Maybe... but i'm happy up here now... who cares if wino doesn;t wanna come play.... HELL not me thank you!

So now I sit in PJs planning on sleep in the near future... hmmmm.

INTI

Hi all!!

I've had a particularly nutso few days so thought i'd share it all with you.

On friday last week i spent a lovely evening in with the lovely miss stephanie, where in we acted like total slobs and ate souldfood and watched tv. I realise this sounds dull, but i luuuurve the slobtime on a friday. Now sould food is supposed to make you happy, however i overindulged. it would appear that you can seriously damage yourself with mashed potato. i consumed probably the recomended amount of mash for a family of 7 obese elephants, and was very very ill for most of friday night and saturday day! poor Steph had to put up with my constant moans about poorly belly. glad to say this has all now passed (took awhile tho.... sorry too much info probably!)

Next I have somehow managed to agree to a wine tasting visit to my house on thursday evening. Wow i hear you all cry... well yes, if it weren't one man two glasses and little old me. I am allowed to invite as many people as i want however i have discovered i have far too many people in my life who currently a. don;t like wine, b. can't come over c.have given up wine for a while d.are non reachable. This has left me with the sad state of affairs whereby tomorrow night i will be hiding in my attic pretending i am not home as mr wine tasting man knocks on my door! I feel spending the evening drinking wine in my house with a complete stranger is a really really bad idea... so i am doing what i do best.... Hiding!!

I will let you know how this goes!

sleep time now.

INTI