My daily Sigh. Evening. It’s always good to check spelling when you are a teacher, missing one letter from a word can be crucial. Our support staff read the planning but there was an ‘o’ missing from the word ‘counting’. They weren’t entirely sure of their task. . . Evening, Friday was reached and I …
My Daily Sigh. Afternoon, another lovely September day where my flowers need watering and it’s warm enough to not need a coat. I asked a child to remove the coat, dangling like a Superhero cape off the top of their head, and to carry it. “ I can’t “ was the reply, “I’ve got too …
My Daily Sigh. Evening. If I talk I’m misunderstood, if I use technology, I get it wrong. Who would put me, Mrs Techno Rubbish, in charge of contacting new members for the Musical Society on Social Media? Tonight, I thought I was replying to a friends message, only to find I’d messaged some man I’ve …
My Daily Sigh Afternoon, I’m tired, hot, thirsty and there were no children in school. What am I going to be like tomorrow? Yesterday, youngest son planted some Allium bulbs. His interest in tidiness is not up there with his interest in gardening, he left the packaging on the kitchen floor. I picked up the …
My Daily Sigh. Morning, we’ve unpacked. My miniature plane plastic alcohol bottles have been removed from my handbag. Most useful. As we got our bags from the overhead lockers, I had the bottles in hand to put in my bag. BM enquired why I needed them. “For school” I replied. The looks of the passengers …
My Daily Sigh. Morning, today we are off on our holibobs! Yesterday BM decided to shave off his beard. He thought it would see what a Hitler style moustache looked like. He achieved it but then the shaver died. . . I was contemplating letting him holiday alone until he got rid of it with …
My Daily Sigh. Evening, in the OAP country bumpkin stakes tonight has been rather eventful. You don’t expect to be disturbed from the sofa by loud crackling sounds, followed by sirens, and find the fields backing on to your street ablaze. The fire service did a noble job and our designated street fire officer ( …
My Daily Sigh. Evening, don’t look! I returned home after a week away to find substantial killing had taken place but sadly, not a lot of clearing of dead bodies! My kitchen window sills look like fly graveyards, and I’m not talking sweet currant slices here. I didn’t know how you could tell which flies …
My Daily Sigh. Evening, today I have been a wet lettuce in the managing your feelings department! I have been a tad emotional, a bit delicate and my eyes have continuously felt like I was peeling a bag of raw onions! Yes, it was the last day of term. Time to say goodbye to Year …
My Daily Sigh. Evening, I hope for little miracles every day. Maybe one day, someone might bring the washing in and put it all away. Maybe, one day my children might go shopping and come back with what I expected, and not the deluxe expensive items that make you wish you’d gone yourself. Maybe, one …