I can hear you all saying, "well who on earth is that who has just flopped down on the sofa so inelegantly and dripping sweat?" Yes, at last, two minutes when I am not buried in about 200 end-of-year reports or making guilt calls to the people I've neglected or having to appear at school functions. I seriously am surprised that anyone recognises me, and I would like to thank the stalwarts who have kept the boards (and the chatbox - pleasure to read, even when I can't contribute) up to date in my enforced absence; Sharon, Jade, Sherry, Sarah et al.
The raw perspiration, excuse me while I prepare myself a very long iced drink, is not solely due to expended energy. I hear you and sympathise about the weather. We in the UK have recently had those temperatures in the 100s, or nearly. Thunderstorms have helped break it a bit, but the humidity has been unbearable. I like dry heat, but this is just draining. Even the flies are not bothering us, they just sit on the floor and doze. It's like trying to breathe water. I think my classroom is illegal in the mornings - a child actually fell asleep over his desk on Wednesday. The very worst thing about it is that I mostly sweat from my head. Resultantly, the very nice semi-permanent colour I got at the hairdresser's two weeks ago is literally running off me. Orange drops on all my summer tops. I really do not think it should be quite THAT semi, so I may be having a word at the salon soon.
Cars. We have a new one. Well, new to us - about 10 years old and in very good nick. A lovely silver Renault Scenic, comfort (and air conditioning) that could not be matched by our previous transport, which owed us absolutely nothing and had clocked up about 185,000 miles. We've had it a week or two, and already I am used to the extra legroom. Bliss. Hubby deals with a garage he completely trusts down near his workplace. As you say, this is a real luxury; the dealer is now a good friend and helps us a lot in our choices (and MOTs, and repairs!!).
And what of the family in general? Well, son no. 1, home from uni for some time now, has heard that he has passed his second year in reasonable, if unspectacular fashion) and is attempting to find a part-time job to tide him over the holidays until he goes to teach English in Poitiers as part of his degree course. No luck. Jobs are hard to come by in this economic climate - I don't need to tell anyone here that , and I am keeping my fingers constantly crossed for you, Jade and Sherry - and everyone seems to be insisting on a BA to stack shelves. But he is enjoying being home with some time to spend with his brother, who is now finished with senior school and awaiting the results of his GCSEs prior to going off to do a sports course at Southport FC which also includes playing for the junior team. Couldn't be better for my football-mad sprog. My other half meantime is heavily involved with a small grass roots choir which he has taken on on a part-time basis and is revelling in the pleasures of being a musical director, musical arranger and show producer. He does far too much. Last concert is tonight. I saw the first of the run, which was very good, but this one, which I am also going to support, should be really polished. Songs from the shows on the theme of the 7 deadly sins (so ‘Clambake’ from Carousel would be Gluttony, see?).
I am spending a lot of time going out to theatre performances one way or another. School just put on an absolutely superb version of 'Adrian Mole' which was of an amazing standard for a group of 11-14-year-olds, some of whom had to play women! . Next week, as school ends, I am going to Liverpool to see a hilarious English version of Moliere's 'Malade Imaginaire'. Really looking forward to that.
Right, must go eat lunch now and copy this before I post, as I suspect I have been logged out by now. Is it just our PC or is this typing box unbelievably slow at the moment?
PS I’ve actually had to copy this to Word and take it bit by bit as I couldn’t select the whole thing!!
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"We make our lives out of chaos and hope. And love." - Angela Montenegro