Dalmation, please




I have to dress up for school on Friday. Not that I don't make the effort every day, you understand - smart casual and practical usually, but this is for Book Day. All the children and staff are expected to appear on Friday morning dressed as a character from a book. In the past, I have fallen back on my stock in trade St Trinian's schoolgirl - short(ish) skirt, black, holey tights, oversized shirt (I can borrow that from Keith, of course), backcombed hair or red wig, black nail varnish and an overload of orangey make-up. Something like the photo, in fact.


However, this time I might have a change. Cruella de Ville, I thought - a touch of elegance. All I need now is a dalmation. Any offers?


Holidaymakers!

A nice little gem to amuse you from Elder Daughter.

These were taken from a newspaper article about the travel industry and the complaints made by tourists:

"No one told us there would be fish in the sea. The children were startled."
"We had to queue outside with no air conditioning."

"It is your duty as tour operators to advise us of noisy or unruly guests before we travel."
"I was bitten by a mosquito - no one said they could bite."
"We booked an excursion to the water park but no one told us we had to bring our swimming costumes and towels."
"The brochure stated : 'No hairdressers at the accommodation'. We're trainee hairdressers, will we be ok staying here?"
"We found the sand was not like the sand in the brochure. Your brochure shows the sand as yellow but it was white."
"I compared the size of our one-bedroom apartment to our friends'three-bedroom apartment and ours was significantly smaller."
"It took us nine hours to fly to Jamaica from England - it only took the Americans three hours."
"There were too many Spanish people. The receptionist spoke Spanish. The food is Spanish. Too many foreigners."
"My fiancé and I booked a twin-bedded room. We now hold you responsible for the fact I find myself pregnant. This would not have happened if you had put us in the rooms that we booked."

Comment moderation

Our 'friend' Anonymous has been raising his head again this weekend and obviously has little to do so he has been filling in his spare moments by leaving yet more ascerbic comments, which I have deleted as soon as I have spotted them. In fact, I wouldn't even dignify them by calling them ascerbic - just plain spiteful is nearer the mark.
As a result I have decided to give 'comment moderation' a go so that I can get to these comments first and delete them before anyone else has to read them. I apologise for any inconvenience and I hope it won't deter anyone else from commenting - even you, Craig! ;)

Who's a smart boy, then?


The new look.

Plaster board and dust

So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...