Teacher Training - old school

Bit of a mad, hectic day. Nothing special, simply me. The me that needs to get everything done by yesterday, but can't whip up the enthusiasm to do it, mainly because the things that need to be done are quite boring. And you know what they say (who ever they  are), boring is as boring does.

Another supply teacher and I regaled a student teacher about our probationary year. Basically nothing happened, we had a few group meetings with coffee, biccys and other  trainees. That was about it, apart from 2 or 3 observations. It was pretty low key to say the least. The only glitch for me was the head master walking into my classroom towards the end of a lesson where the main thing, as far as the little year 11's were concerned, was me reading out and answering their 'secret' questions on sex and reproduction. I had  looked through them before hand and rejected the ones that were too 'advanced', but most of the paper slips stayed in the box. I had time to cover about 10 queries. The head, who was unannounced, and positioned right at the back of the room, about as far from the door as he could be, looked mortified. I flashed him my best winning smile as I explained erections, wet dreams, periods, tampons and the like. Perhaps, after this, he had the sense to arrange his observations.

As ever I ended up with a free lesson. I went, lickity split to the nearest tea house for a cuppa and a butty. A lessons worth plus break time to chill. It was bliss. Then I went again at lunch time. The only thing was, that having 2 lunch breaks made the day seem much longer than usual.

Treated to a  couple of badgers tonight. Not a deviant sexual act, no, just a visit from our fine furry friends. When it's cold they tend to sty at home. Tonight it's about 5 degrees and they're out in force, muddy and fat. Babies due any time now, or are being nursed.

This little guy was keen to eat the peanuts which meant, because I didn't want to use the flash, his head has come out blurry (blurry furrry head). Surprisingly they never seem to notice the flash, but tonight I was taking the photo through glass and the light would have caused flare. And we don't want to see that now do we: so out dated.


Knitting group tonight. We looked at photos, commiserated with Rhona, who still hasn,t found a man to stack her logs,despite Sue offering her a copy of the Guardians Men Seeking Women section of the paper. Sue pricked up her ears as I answered a couple of texts from Gerry. 'Is he married?" she asked.. I told her he wasn't and given his age, he'd be about right for her. She thought he was a bit senile after he had asked me the name of a friends wife. I'd never heard of the guy, Dave Smith. It was Paul he was seeking. Silly Arse.

Lucys' trendy wrist warmer    Phoebie fiddling about      Rhonas; socks


The lovely thing about tonights knitting was the venue, always lovely, tonight it was even lovelier. We met in Lucys' house. As she's a potter, you can imagine how scrummy the interior was, comfortably arty. So perfect.


MeWally went off with Bellas dad to take on the Boys Club at table tennis. MeWally suffered a crushing defeat. It was a bitter blow as they'd expected to walk all over this team as they did last time. Trouble is, the Boys Club had a new player tonight. He was very good. MeWally is sitting, playing sad tunes on his concertina as I type this drivel into my little machine.

what I wore today

Home made enamelled, silver bangle and a silver, gold and moonstone ring.
Boots worn pirate style.