…I’ll miss the sodding Jubilee.
I know the above link is Very Old News but, yeah.
I dislike most - if not all - sport, and couldn’t give a flying fuck about the Olympics. But I welled up watching the Torch coming through St. Helens on the BBC website, with some of my other colleagues in a different department who also hadn’t been given time off to watch it “live”. I don’t know why.
I finished my Merry Month of May blog, which was previously my NaPoWriMo blog. Now: what can I do for June?
That moment when you realise you’re going to Paris in a matter of days and you know pretty much sod-all French…
Essentially, all I can remember is:
Oh, and who could forget piscine and banque? Oh, the hilarity!
And that’s pretty much it. Oh, of course, all said in monotone: bonjour la classe, bonjour madame, ca va, ca va bien merci, assieds toi et regardez le tableau noir.
That moment when you arrive in work and everyone hands you things to do to put on top of the pile of things you already have to do and what you actually want is to go home and go to bed and sleep and forget that you’re currently trying to do a week’s worth of work in two and a half days each week and have been doing so for the last three weeks …
Yesterday’s to do list is pretty much completed, believe it or not. The Cherub was given his tea at a friend’s house so I bought him a DVD instead and we watched it together. I decanted All Of The Things, and measured my gym bag (too big, but they sell nice hand luggage thingies in Wilkies). Stardust, as of this morning, is tentatively using the cat flap. I got the majority of housework done and had some thoughts about what clothes I’m taking to Paris.
My to do list for the weekend: