taking the reins

So the first full-time week at school is over and all is well. I took my first 'whole classes' this week and no-one felt the need to escort me off school premises - yeah! My merry band adjusted well to me wielding the chalk although every time I finished a lesson a little hand would raise:

"Er, Mrs, G?"
"Yes..."
"Mrs. P always (fill in the blank)"

I don't mind at all. My mentor is amazing and I'm so grateful to be sharing her class.

note to self

Must finish my assignment and stop watching stuff on YouTube. And if the twins absolutely can't win, I think this guy gets my vote. And the prize for cuteness.

bling for bikes

The mornings are getting darker and darker. In the interests of not ending up on a car bonnet I've been blinging up my bike. If they were remaking the "get yourself seen" campaign, I'd have a starring role (and I'd be wearing a helmet too).

who's the daddy?

I know the modern right-on parent in me should be horrified that Rory has found a wrestling channel. My inner seven year old is amused. She remembers Saturday afternoons sitting in front of the TV with her mum and her siblings, nibbling on her salt n shake crisps and watching Big Daddy (easy, easy) and Giant Haystacks (boo, hiss) slug it out. I just googled Big Daddy and my mum was telling the truth, his real name was Shirley!

Is there really any harm? It's very rarely that I feel like taking someone out with a Daddy Splash and even rarer that I act on the urge.

laurels are for resting on

I like my brother-in-law a lot. If you met him, you'd like him too. He's just that sort of guy. I'd like to think we have a lot in common. But here's a massive difference between me and him.

If I completed the marathon des sables, I'd come home, curl up in a comfy armchair and spend the rest of my life talking about it to anyone who would listen. Hey, I think I'd even dedicate a whole blog to the retelling of the experience - every grain of sand, every painful footstep, every blister. You know, just to reach a global audience.

Not Roddy. Oh no. Roddy finishes the marathon des sables, comes home and thinks 'what next?' No comfy armchair and blowing of hot air for Roddy. Here's what he came up with.

See. We're different.

gotta love voltaire

"We look to Scotland for all our ideas of civilisation."

Voltaire

No wonder I love living here so much. The big man's chateau is just down the road.

fireproof or just stupid?

I was shuffling around the supermarket this afternoon when an announcement came over the loudspeaker, on and on it blared:

"Evacuate the store. Please proceed to the nearest exit."

What happened next was very interesting. I feel I should post it here so that in the future an anthropologist can stumble across and use it in a study.

Number customers walking calmly to the doors, intent on preserving themselves to see their children and their children's children grow up - ZERO.
Number of customers who hate doing the weekly shop so much they'd rather risk being roasted to death than leave their trolley and have to start again, glued to the spot and eyeing the others uneasily - EVERYONE.

I really need to start scheduling more trips to the outdoor markets.