I have just found an interesting site via Weevilstepmother. It's a competition for blog authors and the site is called Blogging for Books. The idea is to write a blog entry on a given theme within 6 days and the winner receives a book written by the author judging the competition for that month. As I only discovered it this morning, I am just too late for this month, but Weevilstepmother's entry is a very good read. Hopefully I'll have a go next time round.
Dreams
I had been dreaming when I woke up this morning. I don't usually remember my dreams but this was one of those dreams where the feelings you experience during it stay with you when you wake up. I was dreaming about leaving my job at the end of last term. I dreamt there was a big cake in a room but I couldn't go in. The headteacher and governors were conspicuous by their absence and everyone else was going about their business as if it were a normal day and wouldn't say good-bye to me, so finally, I left the building on my own.
So how close to that was the reality? Well, I was adamant that I did not want any fuss, presents, presentations of any kind when I left and this wish was respected. There were 2 other members of staff leaving as well as me but parents were not informed about any of us going until the last but one day of term, when there was one short sentence referring to us near the end of the newsletter. OK, so I had requested no fuss - the others hadn't.
12 months ago, I had decided to give up my deputy headship and revert to class teacher, which I did. I had been in the school for 15 years, deputy head for 11, including a spell as acting head teacher but I finished my time as deputy without one single word of thanks or appreciation from head teacher or governors - (They didn't even thank me for getting out of their way and making room for new blood!)
Last year, as this year, I wouldn't have welcomed any fuss, all I wanted was one simple expression of thanks and I got nothing.
On the last day of this school year, my last day at the school, the head teacher said not one word to me and, yes, the dream was accurate in this respect - I did walk out of the building on my own...............and boy was I glad to go!
Oh and, by the way, last year the school got the Investors in People award!
So how close to that was the reality? Well, I was adamant that I did not want any fuss, presents, presentations of any kind when I left and this wish was respected. There were 2 other members of staff leaving as well as me but parents were not informed about any of us going until the last but one day of term, when there was one short sentence referring to us near the end of the newsletter. OK, so I had requested no fuss - the others hadn't.
12 months ago, I had decided to give up my deputy headship and revert to class teacher, which I did. I had been in the school for 15 years, deputy head for 11, including a spell as acting head teacher but I finished my time as deputy without one single word of thanks or appreciation from head teacher or governors - (They didn't even thank me for getting out of their way and making room for new blood!)
Last year, as this year, I wouldn't have welcomed any fuss, all I wanted was one simple expression of thanks and I got nothing.
On the last day of this school year, my last day at the school, the head teacher said not one word to me and, yes, the dream was accurate in this respect - I did walk out of the building on my own...............and boy was I glad to go!
Oh and, by the way, last year the school got the Investors in People award!
This weather!!
When I finished last term, I promised myself that, from now on I wouldn't take any notice of the weather. Now that I don't need to dread 'wet play' it really doesn't matter what the weather is doing - snow in July, hurricanes in August - no problem! Who cares? I can handle it!
However, I have found myself forced to pay some small degree of attention to the elements lately if only because I can't remember the last time we had such a damp and dismal summer! When it comes to having to put the light on at 7.30 on an early August evening to do my blogging, there is something wrong somewhere.
Personally, I blame the Weather Pixie. There she stands on my blog looking as though butter wouldn't melt...innocence personified! It's got to stop, my girl! We need some decent weather and we need it NOW!!!! Please????
However, I have found myself forced to pay some small degree of attention to the elements lately if only because I can't remember the last time we had such a damp and dismal summer! When it comes to having to put the light on at 7.30 on an early August evening to do my blogging, there is something wrong somewhere.
Personally, I blame the Weather Pixie. There she stands on my blog looking as though butter wouldn't melt...innocence personified! It's got to stop, my girl! We need some decent weather and we need it NOW!!!! Please????
Daleks
Great news!
Look here. Yes, the daleks are making a comeback, inspiring fond memories of childhood terrors! Yes, I really believed there was some awful black and slimy creature inside! However, according to Shrub, they are coming back with a difference -Get a load of this!.
Now we know we're REALLY in the age of sex equality!
Look here. Yes, the daleks are making a comeback, inspiring fond memories of childhood terrors! Yes, I really believed there was some awful black and slimy creature inside! However, according to Shrub, they are coming back with a difference -Get a load of this!.
Now we know we're REALLY in the age of sex equality!
Guestbooks are for signing!
OK folks, sit up and take notice! Having visited Magz this morning, I find that she has had TWELVE people sign her guestbook. What have I got? FOUR!!! and some of them are a result of twisting people's arms up their backs (metaphorically speaking!)So, get signing immediately - only complimentary comments accepted of course :)
Maybe I should be a little more polite and persuasive, so here goes:
I should be extremely grateful if visitors to my site could avail themselves of the proximity of the guestbook (there it is, on the right) to pen a brief eulogy on the subject of this wonderful blog and the gems of wisdom contained therein.
How's that, then???
Maybe I should be a little more polite and persuasive, so here goes:
I should be extremely grateful if visitors to my site could avail themselves of the proximity of the guestbook (there it is, on the right) to pen a brief eulogy on the subject of this wonderful blog and the gems of wisdom contained therein.
How's that, then???
Being tidy
I was told yesterday of a letter which had appeared in the Daily Telegraph commenting on the pamphlet to be distributed by the government giving advice on how to keep safe in the event of a terrorist attack. This letter gave a 'Scouse' version. Basically, the advice was, when an attack happens, go and dig a long, very deep trench in the garden, lie down in it and cover yourself liberally with branches, leaves, anything to hand. Then wait.....
You won't survive, but it will leave everywhere nice and tidy and will relieve any survivors of the need to bury you!
Practical advice taken to the extreme? :)
You won't survive, but it will leave everywhere nice and tidy and will relieve any survivors of the need to bury you!
Practical advice taken to the extreme? :)
Catastrophe!!!
Last night I decided to be 'clever' and change my comments system to Haloscan - for 2 reasons:
1. Because I have a low boredom threshold and like to ring the changes
2. Because a friend of mine has complained that he can't leave a comment without opening a Blogger account - T.K. - you know who you are!
It's dead easy, they do it for you if you have a Blogger account. Did I want them to back up my settings in case I wanted to revert to them? Well, I supposed I might as well - probably wouldn't need it though. Press the button and hey presto!
Only one problem - the comments didn't work and all my previous comments had vanished.
Panic! Chaos! Confusion! In the midst of all this I received an email and subsequently some helpful support from Gemmak. To cut a long story short and to bypass the muttered comments from Keith about being a blogger 'widower', 2 hours later, all was safely restored to its former glory. Of course, I should have remembered that Gemmak posted on changing to Haloscan comments only the other day and also had problems - but I didn't. Call it a 'senior moment' - if you dare!!!!
1. Because I have a low boredom threshold and like to ring the changes
2. Because a friend of mine has complained that he can't leave a comment without opening a Blogger account - T.K. - you know who you are!
It's dead easy, they do it for you if you have a Blogger account. Did I want them to back up my settings in case I wanted to revert to them? Well, I supposed I might as well - probably wouldn't need it though. Press the button and hey presto!
Only one problem - the comments didn't work and all my previous comments had vanished.
Panic! Chaos! Confusion! In the midst of all this I received an email and subsequently some helpful support from Gemmak. To cut a long story short and to bypass the muttered comments from Keith about being a blogger 'widower', 2 hours later, all was safely restored to its former glory. Of course, I should have remembered that Gemmak posted on changing to Haloscan comments only the other day and also had problems - but I didn't. Call it a 'senior moment' - if you dare!!!!
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