I think Keith is getting a bit concerned about my daily problem with tractors cluttering the local dual carriageway during my trip to work. His mind has been on the task and he has come up with a novel solution:
An air to ground heat-seeking missile tuned in to tractors' exhausts!
Sounds good to me. I had been considering the ancient Romans' idea - knives attached to my chariot (sorry - car) wheels carefully positioned to catch them as I overtake, but the heat-seeking missile - oh yes, I like the sound of that.
A Flexible Curriculum
I am very curious to know how our beloved poiticians spend their Sunday afternoons. They obviously don't play golf, go for a healthy walk or even pop down to the local. No, their razor sharp minds ever on the case, they spend their time thinking up startling announcements to hit the headlines the following morning.
Thus it is that this Monday morning, for instance, we hear that philosophy is to be introduced into the Foundation curriculum. Yes, OK, I'm all for improving children's skills at critical thinking.
But not content with that, the secondary curriculum is to get a bit of a heave too. Well, it's about time that lot shared the experience of all the changes we hard-working primary teachers have had to put up with over the last 20 years! (Sorry, YP, only joking - don't get the hazel switch out yet!) So the secondary curriculum is to become more flexible - like the primary curriculum. Sorry, which planet has that particular politician been on? 'Flexible' and 'primary school' ceased to have any connection with each other with the advent of the National Curriculum.
Oh, and cookery will have to be taught, as well as care of the environment, the two world wars and the slave trade, with a little Chinese and/or Arabic thrown in for good measure.
Now, what were we talking about again? Oh yes,
Thus it is that this Monday morning, for instance, we hear that philosophy is to be introduced into the Foundation curriculum. Yes, OK, I'm all for improving children's skills at critical thinking.
But not content with that, the secondary curriculum is to get a bit of a heave too. Well, it's about time that lot shared the experience of all the changes we hard-working primary teachers have had to put up with over the last 20 years! (Sorry, YP, only joking - don't get the hazel switch out yet!) So the secondary curriculum is to become more flexible - like the primary curriculum. Sorry, which planet has that particular politician been on? 'Flexible' and 'primary school' ceased to have any connection with each other with the advent of the National Curriculum.
Oh, and cookery will have to be taught, as well as care of the environment, the two world wars and the slave trade, with a little Chinese and/or Arabic thrown in for good measure.
Now, what were we talking about again? Oh yes,
A Flexible Curriculum
So that will be on alternate wet Friday afternoons, right?
Persistence wins the day - maybe
Today, I bought a mini trampoline - for MY use since Keith has now appropriated the stepper.( This girl never gives up! )
Last night I went out with three fellow student counsellors for a birthday celebration meal (one of theirs, not mine) and during the course of the evening, I received a text from Keith:
"Don't forget to bring cake."
He never gives up either!
Last night I went out with three fellow student counsellors for a birthday celebration meal (one of theirs, not mine) and during the course of the evening, I received a text from Keith:
"Don't forget to bring cake."
He never gives up either!
The ankle - further news
On the 11 month anniversary of the Breaking of the Ankle, Keith had an appointment with the specialist - or one of his minions, anyway, who told him that the pain he is still suffering is because the joint has now become arthritic. Two solutions are possible:
1. An ankle replacement
2. For the joint to be fused, which would result in far less pain but would, of course, mean that he would have no mobility in it.
So an ankle replacement would seem to be the best choice, except that he thinks it unlikely that anyone will do it because of his existing vein problems.
When he broke his ankle, he was coming back from the shop where he had just bought a bottle of whisky and a large cream sponge cake, neither of which he was supposed to be buying - you'd think it would have put him off both for life!
Dream on...
1. An ankle replacement
2. For the joint to be fused, which would result in far less pain but would, of course, mean that he would have no mobility in it.
So an ankle replacement would seem to be the best choice, except that he thinks it unlikely that anyone will do it because of his existing vein problems.
When he broke his ankle, he was coming back from the shop where he had just bought a bottle of whisky and a large cream sponge cake, neither of which he was supposed to be buying - you'd think it would have put him off both for life!
Dream on...
Enough is enough!
I'm not generally renowned for my patience but I think in this respect, I have demonstrated a reasonable track record, but enough is enough.
I'm talking about a character who imaginatively calls himself 'anonymous' and who, after spending many hours trawling through my blog decided, a little while ago, to 'entertain' us with a range of snide, vicious and vacuous comments. Now I have this belief that people are entitled to their opinions and obviously. the comments box on a blog is one of the places where opinions can be aired but most people tend to confine their comments, however loosely, to the content of the post in question. Furthermore, and 'anonymous' will have great difficulty understanding this, the vast majority of those who do leave comments, tend to be polite. So for all of you out there who do take the time and trouble to leave comments, may I just say how much I enjoy reading them and responding to them. (Yes, even you, YP and Craig! :))
I have been quite amused by the efforts of 'anonymous' and I have appreciated the counter-comments of other fellow bloggers and friends but now I've had enough. One recent comment asked me why I don't block him as it spoils the reading of this blog, so I have decided that, as from now, I shall delete any comments made by this person.
Anonymous, you are of the opinion that I am a sad, over the hill has-been who can't write to save her life and whilst this may or may not be true, to me IT DOESN'T MATTER! I am happy in my life and I have only pity for you, my friend, because you so obviously are not.
I'm talking about a character who imaginatively calls himself 'anonymous' and who, after spending many hours trawling through my blog decided, a little while ago, to 'entertain' us with a range of snide, vicious and vacuous comments. Now I have this belief that people are entitled to their opinions and obviously. the comments box on a blog is one of the places where opinions can be aired but most people tend to confine their comments, however loosely, to the content of the post in question. Furthermore, and 'anonymous' will have great difficulty understanding this, the vast majority of those who do leave comments, tend to be polite. So for all of you out there who do take the time and trouble to leave comments, may I just say how much I enjoy reading them and responding to them. (Yes, even you, YP and Craig! :))
I have been quite amused by the efforts of 'anonymous' and I have appreciated the counter-comments of other fellow bloggers and friends but now I've had enough. One recent comment asked me why I don't block him as it spoils the reading of this blog, so I have decided that, as from now, I shall delete any comments made by this person.
Anonymous, you are of the opinion that I am a sad, over the hill has-been who can't write to save her life and whilst this may or may not be true, to me IT DOESN'T MATTER! I am happy in my life and I have only pity for you, my friend, because you so obviously are not.
Scones for a lifetime
Keith has decided that if he lives out his generally accepted allotted timespan of three score years and ten, or to stretch it a bit, three score years and fifteen, assuming that he eats three scones a day (which he shouldn't be doing anyway as he's supposed to be on a diet!), he is only going to be able to enjoy about 15000 more. (Actually it would be more like 16500, but who's quibbling?)
Hmmm, I think the January blues are getting to him!
Hmmm, I think the January blues are getting to him!
The ankle
New Year - and diet and excercise loom large on the horizon, but now that I no longer have my dog, Lucy, walking has lost its appeal, although I still do it when I can. However, Keith has a lovely exercise bike upstairs ... or at least. he did have, until he took it off to the shop so that he can use it at odd times during the day.
So I bought a stepper. It's small, doesn't take up much room and could be quite useful in melting away the calories.
Wrong! That too has been commandeered by Keith. If he sits on his computer chair he can use the stepper to exercise and strengthen the muscles of the ankle which was broken 10 months ago and still isn't right.
So I don't really mind giving it up for a good cause. And anyone who thinks that it also gives me a good excuse not to use it is definitely barking up the wrong tree!
So on to the diet - lettuce and water for dinner tonight, Keith!
Now I've just got to persuade him not to keep crowing about the thousands of steps he's done on the damned thing...
So I bought a stepper. It's small, doesn't take up much room and could be quite useful in melting away the calories.
Wrong! That too has been commandeered by Keith. If he sits on his computer chair he can use the stepper to exercise and strengthen the muscles of the ankle which was broken 10 months ago and still isn't right.
So I don't really mind giving it up for a good cause. And anyone who thinks that it also gives me a good excuse not to use it is definitely barking up the wrong tree!
So on to the diet - lettuce and water for dinner tonight, Keith!
Now I've just got to persuade him not to keep crowing about the thousands of steps he's done on the damned thing...
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