Our first (of two) presentations of our Nativity play for the parents this morning. Everyone performed beautifully and 'Joseph' did not sit there sucking his big toe today, there was not a dry eye in the house (Well, slight exaggeration but you know what I mean). The only problem was that one of the shepherds insisted on battering his sheep into total insensibility. A small price to pay.
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
The cloak of anonymity
There's been a lot of anonymous activity on my blog and on some of those I visit lately. It's rather like an infection. It begins on one blog and spread to others, persumably through the links list. I decided the last time I was visited that, from now on, I would treat the perpetrator with the contempt he so obviously deserves and ignore any further comments. However, having noticed his inimitable (lack of) style on at least one other blog, I would just like to send him the following message.
Your activity, whilst scarcely entertaining at the onset, is now unutterably boring.
I know your IP address.
I know which pages of my blog you have visited (a considerable number) and when.
I know which blog you were visiting when you discovered mine.
Let's hope that Santa brings you something nice to take your mind off insulting people in the blogosphere!
Your activity, whilst scarcely entertaining at the onset, is now unutterably boring.
I know your IP address.
I know which pages of my blog you have visited (a considerable number) and when.
I know which blog you were visiting when you discovered mine.
Let's hope that Santa brings you something nice to take your mind off insulting people in the blogosphere!
I told you not to wake the baby!
When the shepherds were minding there sheep, suddenly in the distance lost of Angels appeared. the shepherds pourt there hands over there eyes because the angels light was so so bright. They could hardly see so they went to Bethlehem to see baby Jesus. he was asleep. "Don't wake him up," said Mary qwietley. "OK," said the shepherds. "He is so cuat (cute)" said the shepherds. The lambs said bah Baby Jesus woke up.
The above snippet was taken from the story of the Nativity which my class are currently serialising and was written by J. aged 6.
The above snippet was taken from the story of the Nativity which my class are currently serialising and was written by J. aged 6.
The Leg
Keith is still laid up and is now barely able to stand or walk as he still can't put his full weight on the broken ankle and the one which is presently giving him problems is now so painful he can hardly bear to move it.
"It's venous eczema," said his doctor on his first visit. "You need to keep the pressure bandage on and I'd like the nurse to see it."
"I don't think you should be wearing that pressure bandage," said the nurse when she visited, "I'll just bandage it up for you."
"It's cellulitis," said the locum on his visit the other day, "but you're on the best antibiotics for it."
In that case, why is it not only not getting any better, we wonder, but actually getting more painful each day?
Tomorrow there will be another visit from the doctor. And the latest diagnosis will be....?
"It's venous eczema," said his doctor on his first visit. "You need to keep the pressure bandage on and I'd like the nurse to see it."
"I don't think you should be wearing that pressure bandage," said the nurse when she visited, "I'll just bandage it up for you."
"It's cellulitis," said the locum on his visit the other day, "but you're on the best antibiotics for it."
In that case, why is it not only not getting any better, we wonder, but actually getting more painful each day?
Tomorrow there will be another visit from the doctor. And the latest diagnosis will be....?
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