Bonjour mes amis, as the French say but no doubt spell correctly.
It has been a while since I wrote on here, as I went back to school and all went the shape of the pear.
School is great, the children are wonderful but hard work, the parents are great but harder work, and the colleagues are both ends of the spectrum. Hey ho. It's half term next week and life will chill out for a bit as I use the half term to catch up on stuff that just couldn't be done in the term time as we all got used to each other.
I got the Technician to sort out the HIstory CD's in the end, only to find that they were already on there and had been for weeks whilst I was getting it in the neck from all angles.
And now it's almost 3 hours later. I've found the bedroom floor through the simple method of piling stuff on the bed. This will enable me to move the chests of drawers and so on, so that I can put them where I want them and then I can load them up. I've spoken to the Man who is away tonight and he loves me and he misses me and so on. (I know, it's disgusting how loved up we still are after all this time!) and he has reminded me that I haven't had any tea, so I flipping well should. He loves me whatever shape I am, I know, but I also know he likes the UK size 10 me and doesn't want me shrinking any further. He knows I lose weight when I'm stressed, and that heaven knows there is enough to stress me right now!
But hey, what doesn't kill me makes me stronger right?
I am off to make an assault on the bedroom once more, for 12 minutes whilst the pasta cooks. If you smell burning spag bol, please inform my next of kin, and I leave all my worldly wealth to the Man and my brother, in trust for the Adorable Child, as this will mean that the evil civilisation of dust monsters under the bed have claimed me as a sacrificial victim.
Or I forgot I put it on. One of the two.