The lock on the driver's door of my little car has finally called time. A few days ago when I had stopped to fill up with diesel, I got the key stuck in the door and had to be rescued by a helpful Welshman who, fortunately for me, appeared, seemingly out of nowhere to offer assistance.
Today, going to town to do Christmas shopping seemed higher on the list than sorting out the lock - that is until I parked, locked the door from the inside and climbed over to the passenger seat to get out, when I discovered that the key was now slightly bent and so wouldn't lock that door either.
Plan B was heading off to the shop where Giles effected a sort of repair, which involved dismantling the inside of the door, which was a little worrying. I had visions of driving to work on Monday exposed to the elements. However, in spite of his efforts, the general consensus was that a new lock is needed, which I shall have to wait for.
So should you hear on the news about someone being catapulted from her car in North Wales early one morning next week, you will know who it is. James Bond, eat your heart out!
Cats Galore
Word has got round. Little Ginger Cat has been blabbing. You can just hear her.
"Psst, if you want a free saucer of milk, hi-tail it round to Jennyta's. All you need to do is stand at the back door and look forlorn and abandoned. It's a piece of cake, folks. Go on, give it a try!"
So this week, we've had Jack (smart, well-fed marmalade cat) from next door popping in a couple of times. But Jack is a bit on the nervous side, so he doesn't hang around, just gives the kitchen a quick once over and scoots out again.
And then this morning, we had a big black and white feline bruiser pressing his nose to the door. In the distance were Little Ginger Cat and Jack. Maybe he was on a dare.
"Go on! Prove you're hard. Get in there!"
But he didn't. Guess he didn't look forlorn and abandoned enough.
"Psst, if you want a free saucer of milk, hi-tail it round to Jennyta's. All you need to do is stand at the back door and look forlorn and abandoned. It's a piece of cake, folks. Go on, give it a try!"
So this week, we've had Jack (smart, well-fed marmalade cat) from next door popping in a couple of times. But Jack is a bit on the nervous side, so he doesn't hang around, just gives the kitchen a quick once over and scoots out again.
And then this morning, we had a big black and white feline bruiser pressing his nose to the door. In the distance were Little Ginger Cat and Jack. Maybe he was on a dare.
"Go on! Prove you're hard. Get in there!"
But he didn't. Guess he didn't look forlorn and abandoned enough.
Tired syndrome
No time or energy to blog this last week. I think it's something to do with the hour going back at the end of British Summer Time. Not that I ever take advantage of it to have an extra hour's snooze. No, Sod's Law guarantees that that is the morning that I will be wide awake at the crack of dawn.
Not so this weekend, however. Elder Daughter came to visit and stayed Saturday night. We had a lovely gourmet meal prepared by yours truly (OK, for those who know me, we had a fairly edible meal) and a couple of bottles of very pleasant French wine, of which I had no more than two, that's TWO, glasses. So it was rather annoying, to say the least, that I spent the whole of Sunday dragging myself around with a bad head, feeling like death warmed up. It happens these days. I take a few sips of wine, my liver watches the cascade with horror, throws up its hands and dives for cover.
They do say that it's more difficult to tolerate alcohol as you get older but, come on... TWO MEASLY GLASSES!!!
Anyway, that couldn't apply to me...I'm still 18.
Not so this weekend, however. Elder Daughter came to visit and stayed Saturday night. We had a lovely gourmet meal prepared by yours truly (OK, for those who know me, we had a fairly edible meal) and a couple of bottles of very pleasant French wine, of which I had no more than two, that's TWO, glasses. So it was rather annoying, to say the least, that I spent the whole of Sunday dragging myself around with a bad head, feeling like death warmed up. It happens these days. I take a few sips of wine, my liver watches the cascade with horror, throws up its hands and dives for cover.
They do say that it's more difficult to tolerate alcohol as you get older but, come on... TWO MEASLY GLASSES!!!
Anyway, that couldn't apply to me...I'm still 18.
Little Ginger Cat again
Arriving home this evening in pouring rain, I was greeted by Little Ginger Cat. If she had had fists, she'd have been battering the door down. I managed to get it open for her to caterpault herself in and hurl herself into the kitchen where she prowled around looking at me hopefully with that 'I'm starving' look on her face that cats do so well. As I had nothing in the way of food to give her, I fished out an old saucer and gave her some milk (don't tell Keith), which she demolished in seconds. A further helping followed and then...
the ungrateful little madam stood at the back door waiting to shoot out as soon as I opened it.
There's gratitude for you!
the ungrateful little madam stood at the back door waiting to shoot out as soon as I opened it.
There's gratitude for you!
Art in Year 2
I'm pretty impressed with these paintings my class did recently of the Great Fire of London. Not bad for the first of the school year.
Parents' evening
Parents' evening today. I did think I'd got away with it. Nothing had been mentioned until just before half term but there you are, you can't win 'em all.
In this school the system is that all the teachers see parents in the hall, rather than in their own classrooms, which is what I've always been used to. This is because there was an incident last year with a threatening parent - a sad sign of the times. So at lunch-time today, someone (I wonder who?) came up with the brilliant idea of having a row of tables with us behind them and 'interviewing' parents, one at a time, a la Dragon's Den or doing an Anne Robinson You are the weakest link, good-bye!
Well, it would have been different...
In this school the system is that all the teachers see parents in the hall, rather than in their own classrooms, which is what I've always been used to. This is because there was an incident last year with a threatening parent - a sad sign of the times. So at lunch-time today, someone (I wonder who?) came up with the brilliant idea of having a row of tables with us behind them and 'interviewing' parents, one at a time, a la Dragon's Den or doing an Anne Robinson You are the weakest link, good-bye!
Well, it would have been different...
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