Haven't we been here before.........

Oh you know the part. With the crying and the wailing. And the floor. Ah yes the floor. It seems to become my friend at moments in need. Rushing up to greet me with open arms. Loving, warm, and MAY I add, bloody hard.

I am starting to think there is a real market for a floor made of cushions. Oh, no wait, I believe that is called a sofa...............

I have been fine all weekend. I have even enjoyed the freedom of driving to see whom I choose when I choose. THAT has been bloody marvellous! In fact I would go so far as to say, I had a lovely weekend. (Divorce, blah blah, freedom yedeyah) In fact, at some points, it was a HOOT! SO why, the floor? Well.

To Degree or not to Degree......

(Please be advised that this is ridiculously long........)

Do you know what I want?

I want a degree. Innn Biology, No radiology, NO, Marine Biology!!!!

Actually NO Bloody - idea - at - all - ology ….

I’ve spent years convincing myself I don’t want one. Or need one. But I do. It's like a heady out of reach, tantalising award that I've never quite gotten within stretching distance of. I tried. Oh yes siree-bob I tried. I questioned what in the sweet Sidney Crosby I was doing at Uni at the time. But I did go. And started training to be a teacher & could not have been more terrified. I suddenly realised that at the tender age of 19, I had the responsibility for children’s education. Bloody hell!!! My brain, shrinking backwards in my head was screaming - 'You'd better get this right you oversized tree, otherwise you're about to screw over a bunch of year 2 children who will carry bad teaching with them through-out their school career!' Now, overly dramatic you may think. But, cast your mind back to when you were taught & I bet a bad teacher sticks out in your mind like a tack that needs banging into a piece of wood. I couldn't take the responsibility. THEN I realised how shockingly little I KNEW as an adult in my own knowledge base and education, and well, I bolted, because my brain had shut the doors on learning, and put up a groovey ‘gone fishing’ sign.

Oddest Shopping list ever.......

It wasn’t even 9am and I was hugging my ribs for fear that they would fracture into a million pieces. The Deviant Damsels have struck again. Again, we start out innocuously enough. I am manning a different building this week. But still managing staff. (who am I kidding……they destroy what little nervous system I have left?) The post is delivered by the rabbit who is still going through her divorce. Cue much feet stamping and hollering of her soon to be Ex husband’s name. Random as ever, (bless the rabbit for I have sinned) she suddenly declares that her and her beau went shopping at Sainsbury's last night. Perfectly normal thing to do. I often go shopping at Sainsbury's. Then she suddenly pipes up with, ‘Yeah, we bought toys’……. Followed by massive grin.