Hello internets. Just thought I'd pop by to let you know that:
(a) the PGCE is going great guns (though I haven't actually been allowed near a child yet, so this may well be the calm before the storm)
and
(b) well, I think this one deserves a picture:
Are you prepared in case of a natural disaster? What do your plan and preparations include?
I have an ice pack in the freezer in case there's a volcano. or I'll just run whatever it is under cold water, I reckon.
I also have my Cave Plans ongoing - including who's in and who's out. Plus the tent that Big Boy won't let me get rid of (we haven't camped since 2005) 'just in case there's a nuclear holocaust' and we need to escape the city for the woods.
What's the worst vacation you've ever taken?
A holiday's a holiday. Even I'm not one to complain about a holiday.
Who would you most like to be stuck in an elevator with? Least like?
(this presumably isn't a glass lift?)
Most like: the two hot doctors off TV - the "Medicine Men Go Wild". or Louis Theroux. or Big Boy - can't forget to include Big Boy (in case he reads this)
Least like: Any of my fellow commuters. I hate the lot of them.
is having some sort of crisis and refusing to work, so I thought I'd just come along here and see how we're all doing. Hey you guys! How are you? I am fine thank you.
So, stuff that is happening, firstly and most excitingly we are pretty much moved in to our new place. It is odd what you will put up with when you are renting, certainly when you are renting in London. The new place is like some sort of magical fabulous dream. Here are some of the things that I can't actually believe about it:
The hot tap runs hot.
The cold tap runs cold.
The taps all turn in an intuitive direction (three years I lived in the old place and I still got soaked everytime I turned the kitchen tap on.)
The lights all work.
The outside light works.
There are curtains! In each room!
There is no 'knack' to opening the front door. Or any of the doors, for that matter.
There are pictures on the wall. Hideous pictures, but they are steadily being replaced by our own pictures.
The shower works.
The clicker on the oven works.
The light in the oven works.
The radiators all work.
There is an airing cupboard.
There are window boxes and a teeny teeny raised bed by the front door.
There are stairs. STAIRS!! To the two double bedrooms. TWO BEDROOMS!
Other stuff that is happening:
Oscar is still not well, I think he really is asthmatic and won't grow out of it, but the docs still don't want to say when he is so small. Thinking of taking him to a proper asthma drop in clinic.
I have wasted a hell of a lot of money on myself this month (a hell of a lot) and now I am in a stress about money. But I guess as long as I don't buy anything at all for the next couple of months it'll even up.
I am doing stuff at work that is really interesting and in fact quite good fun but... BUT... I am only a Grade Three and this is going way out of my payscale. But how else would I get the experience? And they did mention it in the interview and I did say it was okay. And anyway I'm not going to stick at this forever. And I'm enjoying myself. So why am I moaning? I don't know! I'm not really moaning. I'm more saying 'look how clever and trusted I am.' I think. I am really really unconfident at work for some weird reason. Oh well. i am just generally feeling a bit uncertain of my own abilities at the moment.
Perusing from voxy neighbour to neighbour, I came across the Literal Video version of Total Eclipse of the Heart from here. Genius!
Having once sent flowers to my sister in law in Texas, I now get reminders from Interflora to send flowers on every possible flower-related day. This includes things you might expect like Father's Day (not sure about the flowers on that one, but not being one to subscribe to stereotypes, I guess there's no reason why that couldn't work).
You will all be interested, I have no doubt, to know that today is Sweetest Day. Yes. That's right. Sweetest Day.
If any of you are thinking, as I was, a hearty "WTF?!", I bring you this extract from the wikipedia page for Sweetest Day. As we all know, if it's on wikipedia, it must be true.
Once known as a day to spread love and cheer to the unfortunate, this popular holiday in the northern U.S. is now known as a day to show affection to the loved ones in your life. It is described by Retail Confectioners International as an "occasion which offers all of us an opportunity to remember not only the sick, aged and orphaned, but also friends, relatives and associates whose helpfulness and kindness we have enjoyed." Sweetest Day has also been referred to as a "concocted promotion" created by the candy industry solely to increase sales of candy.
Sweetest Day a concocted promotion?! Surely you jest, wikipedia!
Celebrate the special peeps in your life, bloggers. Send flowers on Sweetest Day. I will happily provide address details if you message me, and provide your credentials.
If you were going to write a book, what would you write about?
I'd write about the experience of writing a book. I'd imagine I'm writing a book - really get myself into that 'place' - and then write from the perspective of someone writing it.
I imagine it'd be a fantastic book, and I'd be writing of course of the experience of writing a fantastic book, imagining how well it would be received my its readers. Which'd be my mum, if I'm lucky. Which I wouldn't be, but I'd imagine, while writing, that I am. Very lucky.
I've been archiving my 20six blog, on and off, for a while now, so I've been reading and not writing. Also I am ashamed to say that at one point I wrote 'I am 23 and impressed with someone being in a band. Sad.' I am 29 and, uh, still totally impressed by people being in bands.
So stuff wot has happened...
I am moving house, from SW to SE and I am kind of happy because I think the new place is fabola and everything (it's a HOUSE! with a GARDEN!) but also kinda sad because I'm leaving Streats. Even though it's only a 15 minute walk away. I pick up the keys this eve. Wowzer. Never. Moving. Again, by the way, although these new estate agents have been really great.
I am gonna do NaNoWriMo again this year cos I have a totally stonking chick-lit-murder-mystery-campus-novel which really needs to get out of my subconscious before I go bonkers.
Oscar is a genuis (Uh. Genius. I mean. I can't believe I just mistyped that.) apparently, according to his Sing n Sign teacher but really it's just that he's about 5 months older than all the other babies in the class so he is more able. Still his childminder also said he was good for his age, as he can say 'digger', 'swing' etc. I mean WHAT?! He's never said that to me. He's never even said 'Mummy.' Kids are weird.
Work is uh... work is... work will look good on my CV once I've left. And I am committed to at least another year, I think. The people are great, the job is okay, but I miss the students so hard. I miss the structure of the academic year as well, this is much more like working somewhere 'proper'. Ha! That looks awful. Oh you know what I mean. I don't actively dislike being here. In fact often I totally love it. Although one of my many bosses (one of the ones who isn't actually my boss although he totally is my boss really) is at least aware this isn't my 'proper' job (my 'proper' job being swanning around being an arty dick, although obviously that isn't really my 'proper' job either. My 'proper' job is being a mum, I suppose. I don't want to do that full time either though! Oh what do I want? When am I going to know what I want to do/be when I grow up?! When am I going to grow up?)
I'm not drinking. Again. Which is working out for me, actually.
Oh, I know what happened, we went on a BRILLIANT holiday that was BRILLIANT and one day (when I'm not at work and have an hour or so to myself) I will actually put the pics on Facebook.
I... nothing interesting is happening to me right now! My 20six blog is very high drama. Do I miss the drama? At least I kept a record.
I wasn't always this boring.
No.
