Men!

Having spent the whole day getting excited at the idea of only having one computer in the corner of the living room instead of two, I opened the door to Keith this evening to find him triumphantly brandishing something computer-related in his one free hand.
"It's a new graphics card!" he said on seeing my questioning expression.
"For the yellow computer."
"But you said you were getting rid of it," I protested.
"I lied."

(Sometimes I wonder if he's the adult incarnation of 'Just William'.....)

A box too far

"What I could do, I suppose," he said, "is remove one of the towers. Then I can get rid of a lot of the wires."
"Yes, and then we can get rid of all the empty boxes, sort out all the discs and keep it tidy!"
But by this time, Keith had his fingers in his ears and was humming gently to himself.

Housework

There's a programme on daytime TV about women who are addicted to housework. Yes, I know it's hard to believe, but straight after 'How clean is your house' in which female versions of Batman and Robin swoop into unsuspecting victims' houses and expose their filthy, unsanitary houses to the nation, comes this programme about women who are addicted to housework. (The phrase 'from the sublime to the ridiculous' springs to mind here.)
Yesterday and today, I watched this programme, (in disbelief) in between doing other things, in the hope that some of this fanatical zeal for a home totally devoid of dust might rub off on me. Of course, I'm on a non-starter here because of NASA (remember?) but I could start on the rest of the house, maybe?
I tried, I really did. I got the duster and polish out, looked at the hoover, considered the Mr Muscle..............
It's no good, try as I might, I just CAN'T get excited about housework!

(And Keith wouldn't notice if I did anyway.)

Interactively playing

Today's achievement is to have downloaded and installed the software for the interactive whiteboard and to have a lovely time playing with it like putting numbers on caterpillars and things.
Sad? Don't go there!

Tidying up

I suggest once again to Keith that the corner of the living room which is NASA could do with a bit of a tidy up.
"Well I am moving the graphics card from the yellow box into the grey one," he replies.
Good try but, somehow, I don't think that will quite do it.

It's in the genes

Saw this interesting site on Shooting Parrots' blog
and decided to have a go. I uploaded a photo of me and, hey presto, results to be proud of!
Tata Young 74% (Who?)
Minnie Driver 64%
BRIGITTE BARDOT!!! 62% (in her prime, I might add!)
Victoria Principal
Anjelica Huston

It's in the genes, all in the genes. To quote Ab Fab - "My whole body hangs from these cheekbones, dahhlling!"
Autographs will be dispensed on request.............. I think I might need to go and lie down...........

Estimating the ladybird's spots

Numeracy today in Reception class was about estimating - a brief view of a ladybird (No, a picture, not a real one) and the children had to make a sensible guess at how many spots they had seen. During this session, one of the girls asked to go to the toilet. After she had gone, I held up the next card.
"How many spots do you think were on that one?" I asked, in my best Joyce Grenfell voice. From the depths of the toilets came a stentorian answer,
"FIVE!"
Not only a bright class but x-ray vision too!