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An indictment
Feb. 27th, 2006 05:28 pmToday, I walked right past my car when I was leaving a school, without recognising it. The reason? Because it was clean.
In our defence, the car has been so horribly dirty lately because it's been held together by sellotape, after my intimate encounter with the neighbour's sturdy post. It looked as if it would fall apart if it got washed. Also, I work in deepest wilds of the Isle of Wight, and our closest neighbour is a Stinky Turnip Field of Doom, which has been pouring thick mud over the entire road. So it's not entirely our fault, but...
Several people I spoke to today said they spent all of last week with a sore throat, blocked sinuses, and a total lack of energy, so clearly Something Is Going Around. For want of any better name for it, I'm calling it "Floppyitis" (which I know actually means "inflammation of the floppies", but hey...)
EDIT (if it counts as an edit when you add something to a message four hours after you've written it, but before you've been able to post it, due to constant server errors. Hurrah for the new "restore saved draft" feature.) I've just discovered that I've double booked myself for tomorrow morning, due to having two diaries, and to two schools having such similar names that I didn't notice the problem when I synchronised diaries. A very big "OH DEAR!" It's too late today to talk to anyone in schools, so I will need to do some very hasty grovelling and re-arranging between 8.45 and 9 tomorrow morning. *whimpers* I hate doing wrong.
Is it too much to hope that it snows so heavily tonight that all the schools are closed tomorrow, thus saving me? This is the Isle of Wight, after all, where the entire island grinds to a panicked halt if two flakes of snow fall.
In our defence, the car has been so horribly dirty lately because it's been held together by sellotape, after my intimate encounter with the neighbour's sturdy post. It looked as if it would fall apart if it got washed. Also, I work in deepest wilds of the Isle of Wight, and our closest neighbour is a Stinky Turnip Field of Doom, which has been pouring thick mud over the entire road. So it's not entirely our fault, but...
Several people I spoke to today said they spent all of last week with a sore throat, blocked sinuses, and a total lack of energy, so clearly Something Is Going Around. For want of any better name for it, I'm calling it "Floppyitis" (which I know actually means "inflammation of the floppies", but hey...)
EDIT (if it counts as an edit when you add something to a message four hours after you've written it, but before you've been able to post it, due to constant server errors. Hurrah for the new "restore saved draft" feature.) I've just discovered that I've double booked myself for tomorrow morning, due to having two diaries, and to two schools having such similar names that I didn't notice the problem when I synchronised diaries. A very big "OH DEAR!" It's too late today to talk to anyone in schools, so I will need to do some very hasty grovelling and re-arranging between 8.45 and 9 tomorrow morning. *whimpers* I hate doing wrong.
Is it too much to hope that it snows so heavily tonight that all the schools are closed tomorrow, thus saving me? This is the Isle of Wight, after all, where the entire island grinds to a panicked halt if two flakes of snow fall.
