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Download a free novel
So there you are, living your life, when one day, something snaps and you make a choice that will turn it upside down. New experiences await, maybe not always happy ones, but that's the chance you take and at least now you are living, not just existing. So there's no going back...
Two years ago I took part in the NaNoWriMo competition and duly rattled off a 50,000 word novel, of sorts. Two years later, after extending, developing and generally chopping and changing it, I am now inviting anyone interested to download it here, curl up on the sofa and enjoy the read.
The link is also on my sidebar.
I would appreciate it if, having read it, you would leave me a comment even if it's only to tell me you have read it. This is my 'practice' one. The next one is already in my head and is beginning to appear on the laptop.
Enjoy!
Two years ago I took part in the NaNoWriMo competition and duly rattled off a 50,000 word novel, of sorts. Two years later, after extending, developing and generally chopping and changing it, I am now inviting anyone interested to download it here, curl up on the sofa and enjoy the read.
The link is also on my sidebar.
I would appreciate it if, having read it, you would leave me a comment even if it's only to tell me you have read it. This is my 'practice' one. The next one is already in my head and is beginning to appear on the laptop.
Enjoy!
Retirement
Well folks, just when the muse is failing, TK rides in to the rescue!
Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting.
Well for example, the other day Harold and I went into town and went into a shop. We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and said, "Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?" He ignored us and continued writing the ticket.
I called him a turd. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires. So Harold called him a sh#thead. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.
Personally, we didn't care. We came into town by bus!
We try to have a little fun each day now that we're retired. It's important at our age.
Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting.
Well for example, the other day Harold and I went into town and went into a shop. We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and said, "Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?" He ignored us and continued writing the ticket.
I called him a turd. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires. So Harold called him a sh#thead. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.
Personally, we didn't care. We came into town by bus!
We try to have a little fun each day now that we're retired. It's important at our age.
Pink Day
We had our 'pink' day (Breast Cancer Awareness) yesterday. The children and the staff were all asked to wear something pink and contribute to the cause. I'll pass over the reactions of some of the boys when they first heard, but they were all good sports and came up trumps. Some of us even had bright pink streaks in our hair - but then some of us love any excuse to dress up and act the fool!
"Will I be OK going round Sainsbury's like this after school?" I pondered.
"What do you mean, will you be OK?" asked the Head, who has brunette hair with very stylish red streaks, "I do it all the time!"
So at the end of the school day, I duly dragged my weary bones to Sainsbury's and began to load my trolley. The shop was busy, mostly with annoying people standing in my way gassing to other annoying people, so at one point, I parked said trolley while I went off in search of the pizzas I had previously forgotten.
Back I came, clutching the pizzas to find ...
no trolley.
Up and down I wandered, unable to believe that anyone would have simply walked off with it. What was the point?
Now I was beginning to get a little fraught. I spotted a likely-looking male employee.
"Excuse me, you haven't moved a trolley that I left here a few minutes ago, have you?"
He gave a startled glance in the direction of my head and backed away nervously, shaking his head.
"No, I haven't see it, no, no."
Then the penny dropped.
"You don't work here, do you?"
He looked slightly relieved as he agreed that no, he didn't work here, and continued to back away.
It was at that point that I decided that I'd had enough. Whoever had my trolley was welcome to it. I dumped the pizzas and went home.
Sometimes, it's just better to give up and try again another day.
"Will I be OK going round Sainsbury's like this after school?" I pondered.
"What do you mean, will you be OK?" asked the Head, who has brunette hair with very stylish red streaks, "I do it all the time!"
So at the end of the school day, I duly dragged my weary bones to Sainsbury's and began to load my trolley. The shop was busy, mostly with annoying people standing in my way gassing to other annoying people, so at one point, I parked said trolley while I went off in search of the pizzas I had previously forgotten.
Back I came, clutching the pizzas to find ...
no trolley.
Up and down I wandered, unable to believe that anyone would have simply walked off with it. What was the point?
Now I was beginning to get a little fraught. I spotted a likely-looking male employee.
"Excuse me, you haven't moved a trolley that I left here a few minutes ago, have you?"
He gave a startled glance in the direction of my head and backed away nervously, shaking his head.
"No, I haven't see it, no, no."
Then the penny dropped.
"You don't work here, do you?"
He looked slightly relieved as he agreed that no, he didn't work here, and continued to back away.
It was at that point that I decided that I'd had enough. Whoever had my trolley was welcome to it. I dumped the pizzas and went home.
Sometimes, it's just better to give up and try again another day.
T-i-e spells what???
We were doing a spelling activity this morning, unscrambling jumbled up letters to spell a word. Great fun with the interactive whiteboard! Three letters, t-i-e were causing one of the boys a little trouble so I gave him a clue.
"It begins with t."
Still no lightbulb moment so I tried again.
"It's something that men wear," I said.
Immediately another little voice piped up, "Underpants!"
A touch of divergent thinking perhaps?
Teacher? Oh dear.
CBT course is going quite well. We have now completed 4 weeks, so only 6 more to go - not that I'm counting, of course. There is a spare Thursday evening in my weekly schedule just crying out for a short course on mental health - that will be from this week if all goes well, but back to the CBT. The tutor has it registered firmly in his brain that I am a teacher, the only one in the group and, guess what? 90% of his examples of irrational behaviour and dysfunctional thought processes seem to relate to teachers.
Of course, like the gentleman that he is, he turns to apologise to me each time but actually, I find myself having to agree each time that the behaviour he is describing does indeed seem to be common among teachers but... I am beginning to feel got at.
An irrational thought process of my own, perhaps?
Of course, like the gentleman that he is, he turns to apologise to me each time but actually, I find myself having to agree each time that the behaviour he is describing does indeed seem to be common among teachers but... I am beginning to feel got at.
An irrational thought process of my own, perhaps?
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